Hymns of the Russian Church ‎#18

18. Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful

Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful
Scatter night and brooding fear;
Wipe the eyes with sorrow tearful,--
Christ is here.

Ah, the doubting, faintly hoping
As the promised time drew near,
In the darkness blindly groping;--
Christ is here.

Come, O Christ! our souls with gladness
Greet Thine Advent with a cheer--
To a world that scorns its sadness;--
Christ is here.

Thou, the Father's love revealing,
Now to loveless men appear
With Thy gifts of grace and healing;--
Christ is here.

Hope is ours, and hope is bringing
To our sky a noontide clear;
Pardon, peace, and joy are singing,
Christ is here.

Life is ours, and life undying
Thrills the soul when Thou art near.
Up, my heart! enough of sighing,
Christ is here.

Text Information

• First Line: Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful
• Title: Hail the morn! Let praises cheerful
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: 8,7,8,3
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920

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