Let songs of praise arise
To God at early morn
When golden beams from eastern skies
The mountain peaks adorn.
When plumaged songsters raise
Their varied notes of joy
When blossoms breathe their fragrant praise
Let praise our tongues employ.
At noontide
too
O Lord
Thy praise shall be our theme
When floods of burning light are poured
O’er mountain
vale and stream.
At evening’s starlit hour
Still be His praise expressed
When countless stars of light
His power and watchful love attest.
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