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A Song of Praise

From the July 12, 1900 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel


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.