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Rh Rise, Thou Dayspring, and afar Bid the shadows flee!

Jesu, Thou art swift to bless, Strong to comfort, skilled to heal; Failure is with Thee success, Woe the forerunner of weal; Every stroke is a caress, Every crust a meal.

Master, Thou canst raise the dead From the grave, the bed, the bier,