When the morning from the skies
Pours on earth its glorious rays,
Up, my soul, from slumber rise,
Give the God of light thy praise.
When the earth with beauty decked,
Spreads her verdant mantle broad,
Let thy garb the hues reflect
Of the holiness of God.
While the sun his course fulfils
Till the shining day is done,
For the task His wisdom wills,
Gird thee till the goal is won.
Every morn of every day
Heed the voice of God that calls;
Swiftly His behests obey
Ere the silent darkness falls.
Day is passing, night is near,--
Life is but a day at best;
Serve Thy God with holy fear,
If the night would bring you rest.
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|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #4||When the morning from the skies||When the morning from the skies||John Brownlie||,7,7,7||1920|