The Morning, the Bright and the Beautiful Morning

The morn­ing

the bright and the beau­ti­ful morn­ing

Is up

and the sun­shine is all on the wing;

With its fresh flush of glad­ness

The land­scape ad­orn­ing

A glad­ness which no­thing but morn­ing can bring.

The earth is awak­ing

the sky and the ocean

The riv­er and for­est

the mount­ain and plain;

The city is stir­ring

Its liv­ing com­mo­tion

The pulse of the world is re­viv­ing again.

And we too awake

for our heav­en­ly Fa­ther

Who soothed us so gent­ly to sleep on His breast

And made the soft still­ness

Of ev­en­ing to ga­ther

Around us

now calls us again from our rest.

O now let us haste to our heav­en­ly Fa­ther

And ere the fair skies of life’s dawn­ing be dim

Let us come with glad hearts

Let us come all to­ge­ther

And the morn of our youth let us hal­low to Him.