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It spreads diviner light;
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.  
And gives the blind their sight.


3. How perfect is thy word!
3. How perfect is thy word!

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  • (Posted 2022-04-10)  CPDL #68813:     
Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2022-04-10).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 34 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
Edition notes: Edited (and probably arranged) by Lowell Mason.

General Information

Title: Behold the morning sun
Composer: Johann Friedrich Samuel Döring
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredChorale

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1841 in Carmina Sacra (Lowell Mason), no. 158a
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Original text and translations

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1. Behold the morning sun
begins its glorious ways;
its beams through all the nations run,
and life and light convey.

2. But where the gospel comes
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3. How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.

4. My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions giv'n!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heave'n!