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THE MORNING STAR.
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"The night is fast waning on high,
And soon shall the darkness flee,
And the morn shall spread o'er the blushing sky,
And bright shall its glories be."
And soon shall the darkness flee,
And the morn shall spread o'er the blushing sky,
And bright shall its glories be."
But, watchman, what of the night,
When sorrow and pain are mine,
And the pleasures of life, so sweet and bright,
No longer around me shine?
When sorrow and pain are mine,
And the pleasures of life, so sweet and bright,
No longer around me shine?
"That night of sorrow thy soul
May surely prepare to meet,
But away shall the clouds of thy heaviness roll,
And the morning of joy be sweet."
May surely prepare to meet,
But away shall the clouds of thy heaviness roll,
And the morning of joy be sweet."
But, watchman, what of the night,
When the arrow of death is sped,
And the grave, which no glimmering star can light,
Shall be my sleeping bed?
When the arrow of death is sped,
And the grave, which no glimmering star can light,
Shall be my sleeping bed?
"That night is near, and the cheerless tomb
Shall keep thy body in store,
Till the morn of eternity rise on the gloom,
And night shall be no more!"
Shall keep thy body in store,
Till the morn of eternity rise on the gloom,
And night shall be no more!"
The Morning Star.
Star of the morn, whose placid ray
Beamed mildly o'er yon sacred hill,
While whispering zephyrs seemed to say,
As silence slept, and earth was still,
Hail, harbinger of Gospel light!
Dispel the shades of Nature's night!
Beamed mildly o'er yon sacred hill,
While whispering zephyrs seemed to say,
As silence slept, and earth was still,
Hail, harbinger of Gospel light!
Dispel the shades of Nature's night!
I saw thee rise on Salem's towers,
I saw thee shine on Gospel lands,
And Gabriel summoned all his powers
And waked to ecstasy his bands;
Sweet cherubs hailed thy rising ray,
And sang the dawn of Gospel day!
I saw thee shine on Gospel lands,
And Gabriel summoned all his powers
And waked to ecstasy his bands;
Sweet cherubs hailed thy rising ray,
And sang the dawn of Gospel day!
Shine, lovely star, on every clime,
For bright thy peerless beauties be,
Gild with thy beam the wing of time,
And shed thy rays from sea to sea;
Then shall the world from darkness rise,
Millennial glories cheer our eyes!
For bright thy peerless beauties be,
Gild with thy beam the wing of time,
And shed thy rays from sea to sea;
Then shall the world from darkness rise,
Millennial glories cheer our eyes!