Tune: Hail Smiling Morn

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A bit tricky this one! To see how the words fit the music
I would advise you to download the manuscript version.

By Reginald Spofforth (1770-1827).
From A Set of Six Glees (1810), no.6.

Hail! ------
Hail! smiling morn, smiling morn.
That tips the hills with gold,
That tips the hills with gold;
Whose rosy fingers ope the gates of da-,
- - - - - - -y,
ope the gates, the gates of day,
Hail! Hail ! Hail! Hail!
Repeat 		Who the gay face of nature doth unfold,
Who the gay face of nature doth unfold,
At whose bright presence, darkness flies away,
Flies away, flies away,
Darkness flies away, darkness flies away,
At whose bright presence - darkness -,
flies --- away,
Darkness flies away, darkness flies away,
Hail! Hail ! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail ! Hail! Hail!
Repeat