This Glad Eighth Morn
Meter 9, 8, 9, 8, 8, 8,
Tune: Wer weiss, wie
nahe: Christian Mock, 1813
Text: Jay W. Watson,
2014
The
seventh day the good Lord did rest
All
that He made was very good
Adam
and Eve did fall at the test
Thus
at the gate the Seraph stood
This
glad eighth morn we sing His praise
God
this eighth day His Son did raise
The
seventh day the dear Babe did sleep
Came
the eighth His small Body bled
Mary
with love held Him and did weep
To
one day grasp His Body dead
This
glad eighth morn we sing His praise
God
this eighth day His Son did raise
The
seventh day the pierced Lamb was done
And
this eighth day His Gospel seeds
To
eat vict’ry by His own blood won
Now
all his sheep His Supper feeds
This
glad eighth morn we sing His praise
God
this eighth day His Son did raise
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