Hymns of the Russian Church ‎#8b

8b. Morn awakes, behold the glory

Morn awakes, behold the glory
From the hill-tops spread abroad,
Telling still the ancient story
Of the faithfulness of God.

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Soul, bestir! the path before thee
Leads toward the realm of night;
Heed the voices that implore thee,--
Walk, the while ye have the light.

Haste! the daylight may forsake thee
Ere thou reach thy journey's goal;
Lest the solemn night o'ertake thee,
Up! the shining hours control.

Do the task that waits thy doing;
Let the will of God be thine;
Ever what is right pursuing,
Till the day to night decline.

Christ, Thou Sun that knows no setting,
In my soul in beauty shine;
Then, the dread of night forgetting,
I shall live in light divine.

Text Information

• First Line: Morn awakes, behold the glory
• Title: Morn awakes, behold the glory
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: 8,7,8,7
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920

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