LYRIC
| Song | Blest Morning Whose Young Dawning |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Isaac Watts |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Isaac Watts |
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| Tags | Blest Morning Whose Young Dawning |
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| CCLI Song No |
Blest Morning, Whose Young Dawning Rays
Beheld Our Rising God,
That Saw Him Triumph Over The Dust,
And Leave His Dark Abode!
In The Cold Prison Of A Tomb
The Dead Redeemer Lay,
Till The Revolving Skies Had Brought
The Third, The Appointed Day.
Hell And The Grave Unite Their Force
To Hold Our God In Vain;
The Sleeping Conqueror Arose,
And Burst Their Feeble Chain.
To Thy Great Name, Almighty Lord,
These Sacred Hours We Pay;
And Loud Hosannas Shall Proclaim
The Triumph Of The Day.
Salvation And Immortal Praise
To Our Victorious King;
Let Heaven, And Earth, And Rocks, And Seas,
With Glad Hosannas Ring.
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