312 ~ Weeping Endures But for a Night
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Weeping endures but for a night, Joy cometh with the morning light; Joy cometh of celestial birth, Unsullied by the blight of earth.
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Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill, That fears of change no more will chill; Transporting joy, that fills the soul While everlasting ages roll.
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Then, mourning pilgrim, upward gaze; Beyond this dark and thorny maze A joy for every tear is found, A healing balm for every wound.
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No sorrow there shall dim the eye, No wintry winds or storms are nigh, No sighs borne on the fragrant air; But all shall in the glory share.
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Awake, for, lo, not distant far, The rising of the Morning Star; O watch to catch the newborn ray That ushers in a cloudless day.
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Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant light Shall bid the darkness take its flight; Shall chase the shades of gloom away, And night be turned to endless day.