Hymns Of The Russian Church

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The rosy-fingered dawn appears,

And lo, the sun uprise;

His shafts like golden pointed spears

Illume the brightening skies; --

Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine,

And praise the Lord of Light divine.

Thou hast a task to do this day,

Thy God to serve in all;

Like morn and noon thy light display,

Ere night in darkness fall. --

Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine,

And praise the Lord of Light divine.

The rosy morn shall fade away,

The sun his course complete;

Thy task must end with close of day,

When light and darkness greet. --

Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine,

And praise the Lord of Light divine.

Eternal light eternal glows,

Beyond the realms of time;

Where service still to service grows,

As suns to noontide climb. --

Up, soul of mine, in beauty shine,

And praise the Lord of Light divine.