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Now, God of Light, the morn appears,

And life revives, and beauty glows;

The night has gone with all its fears,

And lo! the light in brightness grows.

Thine be the glory, God of Light,

For all the joy from morn that springs;

O may a morn dispel each night,

And bless our lives with beauteous things.

Give us this day the light that dwells

In every heart Thy presence fills;

That night with all its fears dispels,

And life, and hope, and joy instils.

Then shall our nights no darkness bring,

But morn, bright morn, for ever shine;