Luke 1:77-79

• [Luk 1:78] Awake, My Soul, Awake, My Tongue

  Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue, My glory wake and sing, And celebrate the holy birth, The birth of Israel’s King! O happy night that brought forth light, Which makes the blind to see, The Dayspring from on high came down To cheer and visit thee. The careful shepherds with their flocks Were watching for the morn, But better news from Heav’n was brought; Your Savior now is born! In Bethlehem the Infant lies, Within a place obscure, Your Savior’s come, O sing God’s praise! O sing His praise fore’er.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 1:78] Dayspring Of Eternity

  Dayspring of eternity! Hide no more Thy radiant dawning! Light from light’s exhaustless sea, Shine on us afresh this morning! And dispel with glorious might All our night. Let Thy mercies’ morning dew Rouse our conscience from its blindness: Gladden life’s dry plains anew With the rivers of Thy kindness; Water daily us Thy flock From the rock. Let the glow of love destroy Cold obedience faintly given, Wake our hearts to love and joy With the flushing eastern heaven; Let us truly rise ere yet Life hath set. Through this dark and tearful place Never be Thy light denied us. O Thou glorious Sun of grace, To yon world of gladness guide us, When to joys that never end We ascend! Ah! Thou Dayspring from on high Grant that at Thy next appearing We who in the graves do lie May arise, Thy summons hearing, And rejoice in our new life, Far from strife. Light us to those heavenly spheres, Sun of grace, in glory shrouded; Lead us through this vale of tears To the land whose days unclouded, Purest joy, and perfect peace Never cease.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 1:78] Rise, O Salem, Rise And Shine

  Rise, O Salem, rise and shine; Lo, the Gentiles hail thy waking; Herald of a morn divine, See the Dayspring o’er us breaking, Telling God hath called to mind Those who long in darkness pined. O how blindly we did stray, Ere this Sun our earth had brightened; Heaven we sought not, for no ray Had our wildered eyes enlightened: All our looks were earthward bent, All our strength on earth was spent. But the Dayspring from on high Hath arisen with beams unclouded, And we see before Him fly All the heavy gloom that shrouded This sad earth, where sin and woe Seemed to reign o’er all below. Thine appearing, Lord, shall fill All my thoughts in sorrow’s hour; Thine appearing, Lord, shall still All my dread of death’s dark power; Whether joys or tears be mine, Through them still Thy light shall shine. Let me, when my course is run, Calmly leave a world of sadness For the place that needs no sun— For Thou art its light and gladness— For the mansions fair and bright, Where Thy saints are crowned with light.

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  source: Cyberhymnal