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!