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/ Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills / The new-born beauty in the emerald sky, / And wakening murmurs from the drowsy rills -- / O gladsome dayspring! 'reft of mortal sigh / To glorify all time -- eternity -- / With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty.
/ E'en as Thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God, / Give risen power to prayer; fan Thou the flame / Of right with might; and midst the rod, / And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name, / Lift Thou a patient love above earth's ire, / Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire.