S. M. Breviary. Morning Hymn. |
1 Behold, night's shadows fade, And morn is in the skies! To Him by whom all things were made Our aspirations rise. 2 To break this deathly trance Help us, our God, our stay! Give the freed spirit utterance, Its languors charm away! 3 So sin shall cease to reign, So safety shall be nigh; Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains Of death, in victory!
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