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Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCIX (1790) First Line: Where is my God, my joy, my hope Lyrics: 1 Where is my God, my joy, my hope,
The dear desire of nations, where?
Jesus to thee my soul looks up,
To thee directs her morning-prayer;
And spreads her arms of faith abroad,
T' embrace my hope, my joy, my God!
2 Mine eyes prevent the morning-ray,
Looking, and longing for thy word;
Com, O my Jesus, come away,
And let my heart receive its Lord;
Which pants and struggles to be free,
And breaks to be detain'd from thee.
3 Appear in me bright Morning-Star,
And scatter all the shades of night!
I saw thee once, and came from far,
But quickly lost thy transient light;
And now again in darkness pine,
Till thou throughout my nature shine.
4 In patient hope I now take heed
To the sure word of promis'd grace,
Whose rays a feeble lustre shed,
Faint, glimmering thro' the darksome place;
Till thou thy glorious light impart,
And rise, the Day-Star in my heart.
5 Come, Lord, be manifested here,
And all the devil's works destroy;
Now without sin in me appear,
And fill with everlasting joy:
Thy beatific face display,
Thy presence is the perfect day.
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For the Morning