A beautiful morning


It is a beautiful morning
With the Golden sun rising
And my slumberness, waking
This Light comes new to me
A perfect start for a day to be
Your Love Jehovah comes to me
For You are this pretty Light I see

From behind the light curtains
The sweet blessed airs flow in
They come and my eyes has seen
The beauty of Your love and where it could be found
Glory to God, my Sovereign!


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