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O Saviour of the world forlorn,
This midnight, Lord, to save us born,
Thy servants through this night defend,
And save us always to the end.
Be with us now with pardoning Eye,
And spare Thy suppliants as they cry,
Cleanse Thou our every sin away,
Turn Thou our darkness into day.
Let not dead sleep our senses seal,
Nor Satan o'er our spirits steal,
Nor this frail flesh, we Thee implore,
With aught of ill be spotted o'er.
To Thee, Who makest souls anew,
From very heart of hearts we sue,
That with pure minds and free from stain,
We from our beds may rise again.
To God the Father in the height,
And to the Son True Light of Light,
And Holy Spirit, all glory be,
Now and through all eternity.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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FESTUS (BONN)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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