138. The Morn in Beauty Breaks

The morn in beauty breaks,
The world to life awakes,
Up, soul of mine and sing;
And let the day begun,
In hours of service run,
And joy to duty bring.

The darkness fades away,
Light ushers in the day,--
Let there be light for me!
That round my path no cloud
Dark folding may enshroud,
Me in perplexity.

To Father and to Son,
To Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal praise be given:
Sung by the saints above,
In songs of fervent love,
Up in the choirs of heaven.

Text Information
First Line: The morn in beauty breaks
Title: The Morn in Beauty Breaks
Translator: John Brownlie
Publication Date: 1902
Language: English
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