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1 All hail to thee, O blessed morn!
To tidings long by prophets borne
Hast thou fulfillment given.
O sacred and immortal day,
When unto earth, in glorious ray,
Descends the grace of heaven!
Sing,
Ringing
Sounds are blending,
Praises sending
Unto heaven
For the Saviour to us given.
2 ’Tis God’s own Image and, withal,
The Son of Man, that mortals all
May find in Him a brother.
He comes, with peace and love to bide
On earth, the erring race to guide
And help as could no other;
Rather
Gather
Closer, fonder,
Sheep that wander,
Feed and fold them,
Than let evil powers hold them.
3 He tears, like other men, will shed,
Our sorrows share, and be our aid,
Through His eternal power;
The Lord’s good will unto us show,
And mingle in our cup of woe
The drops of mercy’s shower;
Dying,
Buying
Through His passion
Our salvation,
And to mortals
Opening the heavenly portals.
4 He comes, for our redemption sent,
And by His glory heaven is rent
To close upon us never:
Our blessèd Shepherd He would be,
Whom we may follow faithfully
And be with Him forever;
Higher,
Nigher
Glory winging,
Praises singing
To the Father
And His Son, our Lord and Brother.
Amen.
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First Line: | All hail to thee, O blessed morn! |
Title: | All Hail to Thee, O Blessed Morn! |
Author: | Johan Olaf Wallin |
Publication Date: | 1937 |