 | "Until the Day Break," |  |
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THE MORNING OF JOY.
Out of the womb of the gloomy night
Thou bringest the gladsome day;
Out of the depths of the storm's dark night
Thou bringest the peaceful ray.
Thou bringest the gladsome day;
Out of the depths of the storm's dark night
Thou bringest the peaceful ray.
And what shall recall our earthly woe,
Or what shall our peace destroy,
When out of the sorrow at length shall flow
The long eternal joy;
Or what shall our peace destroy,
When out of the sorrow at length shall flow
The long eternal joy;
When tears shall cease, and the joyous smile
Shall begin these heavenly days,
And the hopes and fears of this little while
Shall end in the endless praise?
Shall begin these heavenly days,
And the hopes and fears of this little while
Shall end in the endless praise?
| "Until the Day Break," | |