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M0:|c:D|m:4/4|h:WACHET AUF Philipp Nicolai 1556-1608|r:89889866488|a:Philipp Nicolai 1556-1608 tr: Catherine Winkworth (1827-1878)|t:EWS 46 Wake awake for night is flying|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/S4C1909/388/high
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U0:z0:4444 (22)(22)(422) C/(22) 4(22)(22)(22) 44(224) C/(22) (22)(22)4(22) (22)(22)8/ 4444 (22)(22)(422) C/ (22) 4(22)(22)(22) 44(224) C/(22) (22)(22)4(22) (22)(22)$Q8/ (22)4(22)4(22) C/ (22)4(22)4(22)8 448$Q4/ 4 4444 (22)(22)$Q4/ (22)4(22)(22)4 (22)(22)8
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N1:#m d,mss s-s-l-- s/s- ds-d-m'- rdr-- r/s- d-s-lm- fmr,-d, dmsss-s-l--s /s- ds-d-m'- rdr-- r/s- d-s-lm- fmr,-d, / #d s-sf-mr-d s-sf-mr-d rmfm / sltd'd'm'-r'-d'/ s-ds-l-mf-r-d
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N2:#l, s,drrdrm-mr-m m-ms-s-s-Fss-fs /mrmfs-ddT ld-td s,drrdrm-mr-m / m-ms-s-s-Fss-fs /mrmfs-ddT ld-td / m-mrdtltd t-mrddt-d lddm / mmrdfs-s-s m-ms-drmlddtd
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N3:#r mlttm'r'dtl-td d-dt-d-dtlsltdt /d-d-dtls-fsf-m mlttm'r'dtl-td / d-dt-d-dtlsltdt /d-d-dtls-fsf-m / dtltlSFSl s-ll-llSl fllS sfflld-tf'm' d-ddTl-Sl-Sfm
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N4: dl,s,fm-m-f--d d'tlsfmrd-rmr--s, /dt,l,-s,-f,d-rmfsd dl,s,fm-m-f--d/ d'tlsfmrd-rmr--s, /dt,l,-s,-f,d-rmfsd / d-rr-mm-l, mrdr-mm-l, rl,f,d mfrlfmfs-d d'tlm-f-mr-s,-d
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E1:"Wake, a_wake, for night is fly_ing,"/the watch_men on the heights are cry_ing;/"a_wake, Je_ru_sa_lem, a_rise!"/Mid_night hears the wel_come voi_ces,/and at the thril_ling cry re_joi_ces:/"Oh, where are all you vir_gins wise?/The Bride_groom comes, a_wake!/Your lamps with glad_ness take! Al_le_lu_ia!/With bri_dal care your_selves pre_pare/to meet the Bride_groom, who is near."
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E2:Zi_on hears the watch_men sing_ing,/and all her heart with joy is spring_ing;/she wakes, she ris_es from her gloom./For her Lord comes down all-_glo_rious,/the strong in grace, in truth vic_to_rious;/her star is ris'n, her light is come./Now come, O Bles_sed One,/Christ Je_sus, God's own Son. Hail! Ho_san_na!/We en_ter all the mar_riage hall/to eat the Sup_per at your call.
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E3:Now let all the heav'ns a_dore you,/let saints and an_gels sing be_fore you/with harp and cym_bal's clear_est tone./Of one pearl each shin_ing por_tal,/where, dwel_ling with the choir im_mor_tal,/we ga_ther round your ra_diant throne./No vi_sion e_ver brought,/no ear has e_ver caught such great glo_ry;/there_fore will we in vic_to_ry/sing hymns of praise e_ter_nal_ly./
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