And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone. 5 Not in that poor lowly stable, West-ward lead - ing, still pro-ceed - ing, Guide us to Thy perfect light. 4 Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 5 Glorious now behold Him arise King, and God, and Sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia! Heaven and earth replies. Thro' the darkness be Thou with me; Keep me safe till morning light. 312 MORN OF GLADNESS 7.6.7.6. D. With Refrain Rev. JOHN ELLERTON, 1874 4 4 ARTHUR Cottman 1. A-gain the morn of glad-ness, The morn of light, is here; And earth it - self looks 2. A-gain, O lov- ing Saviour, The children of Thy grace Pre-pare them-selves to 3. Tell out,sweet bells, His praises! Sing, children,sing His name! Still loud-er and still qui Speak peace in ev-'ry breast; And all the land lies Refrain rest. praise. sing Glory be to Je - sus, Let all His chil-dren say; |