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O Christ, Thou bright and Morning Star,
Now shed Thy light abroad;
Shine on us from Thy throne afar
In this dark place, dear Lord,
With Thy pure glorious word.
O Jesus, Comfort of the poor,
I lift my heart to Thee,
I know Thy mercies still endure
And Thou wilt pity me;
I trust alone to Thee.
I cannot rest, I may not sleep,
No joy or peace I know,
My soul is torn with anguish deep
And fears a deeper woe;
O Christ, Thy pity show!
For Thou didst suffer for my soul,
Her burdens to remove;
Oh make me through Thy sorrows whole,
Refresh me with Thy love;
Lord, help me from above.
Then Jesus, glory, honour, praise,
I'll ever sing to Thee;
Increase my faith that Thou wilt raise
Me once where I shall see
Eternal joys with Thee!
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