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.
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