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VI: All glorious, see, the morning breaks

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.