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M0:|c:D|m:4/4|t:EWS 324 - How bright appears the morning sun|r:8878874848|a:Philipp Nicolai 1556-1608 tr: William Mercer 1811-1873|h:WIE SCHÖN-LEUCHTET Philipp Nicolai 1556-1608 arr. Johann Sebastian Bach 1731|u:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/CAH2000/448/high
U0:zC:4 4(22)(22)4 444/4 4(22)(22)4 444/4 (22)4(22)(22) (422)$Q4/4 4(22)(22)4 444/4 4(22)(22)4 444/4 (22)4(22)(22) (422)$Q8/ 88 88 44(22)(22) 44(22)(22) (22)(22)(2222) 8(22)4 (22)(22)(22)4 (422)$Q4 
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N3:mrdrmFssFt d'd'r'-s-ssFr sfmrl-s-s-fm mrdrmFssFt d'd'r'-s-ssFr sfmrl-s-s-fm sstl lss-s- sss-s-ltdtl-sfm lsFl-t-l-slsfm
N4:#s, dtdrl-mdrs dfmrdrmdrt df,-sltd-s--d dtdrl-mdrs dfmrdrmdrt df,-sltd-s--d tdsl rmfmrdtdss'fm r-lsf,-s-d l-tDRm-ltd Fs-d
E1:How bright ap_pears the Mor_ning Star,/With Grace and Truth bey_ond Com_pare,/The Roy_al root of JES_SE;/O Da_vid's Son, of Ja_cob's Line!/My Soul's De_light, and Spouse Di_vine,/Thy Love can on_ly bless me./Pre_cious, Gra_cious,/Far and Glo_rious, e'er vic_to_rious,/Thou my Trea_sure,/Far bey_ond all earth_ly Plea_sure.
E2:My choice_st Pearl, and prec_ious Crown,/God and the Virg_in Ma_ry's Son,/Thou King of end_less Glo_ry!/Thou art com_par'd to Sha_ron's flow'r;/Thy Gos_pel and its sa_ving Pow'r/Ex_cells what's Trans_i_to_ry./Love_ly Lil_ly,/O Ho_san_na, Heav'n_ly Man_na,/Thy sweet Fa_vour/Be mine e_ver_last_ing Sa_vour.
E3:Thy Love, so pow'r_ful and di_vine,/Dart deep in_to this Heart of mine,/Thou bril_liant Stone and Je_wel!/Con_firm me more and more to be/A Branch of Thee, the li_ving Tree,/That Self may lose its Fe_wel./Sigh_ing, Dy_ing/Is thy Cre_ature; for in Na_ture/Is no Pleas_ure/Wit_hout Thee, my King and Trea_sure.
E4:From God des_cends a Glance of Joy./When thou, with thy most gra_cious Eye,/Be_holdst thy lo_ving Crea_ture:/Im_ma_nu_el! my sov'_reign Good,/Thy Word, thy Spi_rit, Flesh and Blood/Re_new my ve_ry Na_ture;/Grant me sweet_ly/Thine Em_bra_ces, that the Grac_es/Of Sal_va_tion/May root out all De_pra_va_tion.
E5:Thou Fa_ther, from E_ter_ni_ty,/In Mer_cy was in_clin'd to me,/Through CHRIST, thy well-_be_lo_ved;/Thy son has chose me for his Bride;/In this my Spouse I can con_fide;/My Love shall ne'er be mo_ved./O! this Bliss is/Of his gi_ving, who's the Li_ving/Bread and Man_na;/E_ver will I sing HO_SAN_NA.
E6:Tune all your Strings of Lute and Harp,/Re_solve the Notes of Flat and Sharp/In_to Ce_les_tial Con_cords,/That No_thing may dis_turb my Frame,/Which is wrapt up in JE_SUS' Name,/The swee_test of all Comf_orts./Ring_ing, Sing_ing,/In your Prais_es, let the Phras_es/Of your Du_ty/Please the Lord of Bliss and Beau_ty.
E7:My Joy to all the World be known,/That my Be_lo_ved keeps his Throne,/On Hills of Light and Glo_ry./He'll kind_ly bring me to that Place,/Where all the Won_ders of his Grace/Shall lie dis_clos'd be_fore me./A_men! A_men!/Lord my Sov'_reign! come and go_vern/All the Na_tions;/Come! I wait with great Im_pa_tience.