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Every morning the red sun Rises warm




Every morning the red sun
Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night.
Thereís a bright land far away,
Where ítis never-ending day.


Every spring
the sweet young flowers
Open bright and gay,
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away.
Thereís a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.


Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long,
But in colder, shorter days
They forget their song.
Thereís a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.


Christ our Lord is ever near
Those who follow Him;
But we cannot see Him here,
For our eyes are dim;
There is a most happy place,
Where men always see His face.


Who shall go to that bright land?
All who do the right:
Holy children there shall stand
In their robes of white;
For that Heavín, so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.

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LYRICS
Meter: 7 5 7 5 7 7
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1848
      Bible Refs: Is 33:17;
      MUSIC
      Name: SILKSWORTH
      Meter: 7 5 7 5 7 7
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 651Bb
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        7 5 7 5 7 7
        7 5 7 5 7 7
        7 5 7 5 7 7

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