THE NIGHT IS GONE

Joyous, now, I claim my freedom;It is mine as God's own son.Bondage, chains, and earthly fettersSlip away and leave undoneAll their fearful, sad forebodings.Man, untouched, reveals the oneGod omnipotent, all-gracious.Now this victory, slowly won,Wings my feet to steady others,As with Christ we prove night gone.

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