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The Dawning

From Herbert.

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrows drown, Lift up thine eyes, and cease to mourn, Unfold thy forehead’s settled frown; Thy Saviour and thy joys return.

Awake, sad drooping heart, awake! No more lament, and pine, and cry: His death thou ever dost partake, Partake at last His victory.

Arise; if thou dost not withstand, Christ’s resurrection thine may be: O, break not from the gracious Hand, Which, as it rises, raises thee.

Cheer’d by thy Saviour’s sorrows rise; He grieved, that thou may’st cease to grieve: Dry with His burial-clothes thine eyes; He died Himself, that thou may’st live!