A Song of Praise

When the early dawn of morning
Tints the sky with jewels bright,
Painting all the face of Nature
With a calm and holy light;
Then let us render,
In accents tender,
Our praise to God;
For He is Life.

When the noon-tide's glorious splendor
Falls on mountain, hill, and vale,
Dissipating error's darkness
With a light that cannot fail;
Come then with singing,
Our praises bringing
To God most high;
For He is Truth.

When the evening twilight gathers,
Filling all with holy peace,
Breathing forth a benediction,
Bidding strife and discord cease;
In sacred union,
And sweet communion,
Give praise to God;
For He is Love.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Prison Work in Detroit, Mich.
July 12, 1900

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.