8,8,8,8 tr., John Brownlie I Arise, my soul, and gaily sing The praise of thine Immortal King; The heavens His matchless power adore, -- Awake, and sing for evermore. II The morning dawns at His command, And lights the world o'er sea and land; And upwards, see the sun arise, To shed its glories from the skies. III But falls the twilight o'er our heads, And night its sable curtain spreads; For all His kingly words obey, -- The dark of night, the light of day. IV O heavenly King, in every soul, The darkness of our night control; And 'mid the blackness of that night, Speak Thou the word, "Let there be light." V And as the morn from darkness springs, To speed to earth on silent wings, A dawn more glorious shall awake, And bright upon our spirits break. VI O Sun of Righteousness, arise, And fill our souls with glad surprise; Nor into dark of night decline, But aye at noontide brightly shine. VII All glory to the God of Might, And to the Son, the Light of light; And to the Spirit, Three in One, Eternal while the ages run. |