Morn Awakes, and Woodlands Ring

Morn awakes and wood­lands ring

Earth and Heav’n with glo­ry shine;

Glad as birds of dawn we sing

Brimming o’er with song di­vine.

Sunbeams glit­ter

day is come

Fled are all the fears of night;

Stones will shout

if lips are dumb:

Praise to Thee

great Lord of Light!

Bounding in the hearts of men

Breaking on the gras­sy sod

Swells the liv­ing tide again

From the flow­ing founts of God.

Dewy slum­ber leaves the eyes

Joy in eve­ry soul is rife

As from death

lo

all things rise;

Praise to Thee

great Lord of Life!

Sweet as God’s sweet grace the air

Breathes its fresh­ness o’er the flow­ers;

Earth is beau­ti­ful and fair

Blessèd are the morn­ing hours.

Golden fields with ra­di­ance glow

Golden skies gleam bright above

Eden comes again be­low;

Praise to Thee

great Lord of Love!

Swiftly flies the night of time

Soon eter­nal day will dawn

Angel choirs in song sub­lime

Heralding un­fad­ing morn;

Then

trans­fig­ured ev­er­more

All the sin of earth for­giv’n

Loud we’ll sing where saints adore

Praise to Thee

great Lord of Heav’n!