Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Bird of the wilderness
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> Hogg
Composer: A Fillmore
Tune: Skylark
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 027, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsBehold the beauties of the morn,
When day begins to rise;
The dew drops sparkle in the light,
Like myriad angel eyes,
The rippling stream, the waterfall,
The purling brooklet's lay,
All sing and shine with life and joy,
To hail the newborn day;
The cloudlet floating in the sky,
The mountain lifted high,
With golden tints of beauty shine,
Proclaiming morning nigh.
From ev'ry valley, hill and plain,
From out the leafy wood,
Tea thousand happy voices ring,
"The Lord is ever good."
Let man, with heavenly powers endued,
Remember "God is love,"
And life the voice of gratitude
To Him who reigns above.
New duties and new joys arise
With ev'ry opening day;
Awake, and see with joyful eyes
The cheerful, happy way.
When sun and moon and stars grow dim,
And clearer light appears,
All those who walk in duty's path
Shall live in endless years.
The path of duty open lies
To all who love the way;
It leads us upward to the skies,
Where shines eternal day.
Hark, the music of the morn!
Music sweet and clear;
All nature sings in harmony
Come, lend a list'ning ear.
Hark, the music of the morn!
Hear its thrilling song;
Come join the happy chorus now,
The joyful notes prolong.