All glorious, see, the morning breaks;
Awake, my soul, creation wakes;
And while the purple tints the skies,
Prepare for God thy sacrifice.
Thanks to my God, my best of friends,
For all the care His love extends;
For rest, and peace, and waking eyes
To view the light that fills the skies.
Let sleep my waking eyes forsake;
From sloth my soul her pinions shake;
And may the light that gladdens all,
Illume my task till evening fall.
O Christ, my Morning star, my Light,
With Thee no dread infects the night;
May darkness ne'er my life appal
Nor night, at noon-tide, darkly fall.
Bring me where morn eternal shines,
And light, unfailing, life entwines;
Where darkness ne'er its clouds unrolls
To charge with dread our fearful souls.
To Thee, O Christ, be endless praise,
O Morning star, my joy always;
Be aye my morn, for ever shine,
And fill my soul with peace divine.
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||First Line||Title||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #6||All glorious, see, the morning breaks||All glorious, see, the morning breaks||John Brownlie||8,8,8,8||1920|