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My God, is any hour so sweet

Author: Miss C. Elliott Appears in 288 hymnals Used With Tune: [My God, is any hour so sweet]
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Who givest all

Author: Christopher Wordsworth, 1807-1885 Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 336 hymnals First Line: O Lord of Heaven, and earth, and sea Used With Tune: TUNE 368
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My God, my Father, while I stray

Author: Charlotte Elliott Appears in 566 hymnals Used With Tune: WORDSWORTH
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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky

Author: W. Cooke Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 39 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; The Lord has risen with victory; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth, Has given a glorious harvest birth: Rejoice, and sing with joyful mirth Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay, Are sown to rise to heavenly day; For He by rising burst the way: Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies, And fleshly passions crucifies, In body, like to Thine, shall rise: Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Oh grant us, then, with Thee to die, To spurn earth's fleeting vanity, And love the things above the sky: Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son, Who has for us the triumph won, And Holy Ghost,--the Three in One: Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Topics: Burial of the Dead; Eastertide Used With Tune: RINGLAND Text Sources: Latin

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