tr., John Brownlie
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
The praise of thine Immortal King;
The heavens His matchless power adore, --
Awake, and sing for evermore.
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.
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.
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.|
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.
O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And fill our souls with glad surprise;
Nor into dark of night decline,
But aye at noontide brightly shine.
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.