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M0:|c:C|m:4/4|r:9.8.9.8.9.8|t:EWS 141 O day, full of grace, which we behold|a:Nicolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig 1783-1872, tr: Carl Døving 1867-1937|h:DEN SIGNEDE DAG Christoph Ernst Friedrich Weyse Weyese, 1774-1842|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/LHPN1913/page/509
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E1:O day, full of grace, which we be_hold,/Now gent_ly to view as_cend_ing;/Thou o_ver the earth thy reign un_fold,/Good cheer to all mor_tals lend_ing,/That chil_dren of light in eve_ry clime/May prove that the night is end_ing.
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E2:How blest was that gra_cious mid_night hour,/When God in our flesh was gi_ven;/Then flush_ed the dawn with light and power,/That spread o'er the dark_ened hea_ven;/Then rose o'er the world that Sun di_vine/Which gloom from our hearts hath dri_ven.
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E3:Yea, were eve_ry tree en_dowed with speech,/And e_ve_ry leaf_let sing_ing,/They ne_ver with praise His worth could reach,/Though earth with their praise were ring_ing./Who ful_ly could praise the Light of life,/Who light to our souls is bring_ing?
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E4:As birds in the morn_ing sing God's praise,/His fa_ther_ly love we che_rish,/For gi_ving to us this day of grace,/For life that shall ne_ver pe_rish./His Church He hath kept these thous_and years/And hung_er_ing souls did nou_rish.
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E5:Now soft_ly the light of Pen_te_cost/Is shin_ing its beams a_round us,/God’s bles_sings for us can_not be lost,/As brooks in the fields sur_round us./And leave in their wake the woods and fields,/The bright sum_mer green as_tounds us.
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E6:With joy we de_part for our\ fa_ther_land,/Where God our Fa_ther is dwell_ing,/Where rea_dy for us His man_sions stand,/Where hea_ven with praise is swell_ing;/And there we shall walk in end_less light,/With blest ones His praise forth tell_ing.
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