The night is past, the heavy night of sorrow,
The creeping hours unsolaced and alone;
Lift up your hearts to greet the happy morrow,
Fair cradle of a future yet unknown;
A whisper shakes the curtained grey,
To hail the rising King,
And on the crystal air of day
The bells begin to ring.
Tune Title: [The night is past, the heavy night of sorrow]First Line: The night is past, the heavy night of sorrowComposer: J. M. ThomasIncipit: 55555 61766 55671Key: B♭ Major
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