Show The Morning Hour Hail thou glorious orb of morning As thou stands stand's above the hills ti 2 Rousing man and tree and flower With thy penetrating thrills t Thou dost send thy warmth and gladness Thou dost shed thy world of light lightOn lightOn lightOn On all men their station Thou art emblem of the right Naught but peace and hope so cheering Can be found in in thy bright face As thou mount st the blue of heaven Beckoning men to take their place In the busy world about them In this world of loss and gain gam Where men push and crowd and hustle Always striving oft in in vain r Take their place and prove with courage That all aU men can brothers be That this life ic is worth the living Should be joyful glad and free Prove that men who push and conquer Never heeding man or time Never caring that their victims Form the steps by which they climb Are base cowards selfish mortals y Men whose souls have shrunk to I Men who make the world no better Men len when they die O 0 bright orb of glorious morning Shine thou in in mans man's selfish heart Give thy warmth and cheer and gladness Let it penetrate each part Till he hears the angels whisper In the love that nature shows That hes he's born to nobler action That his life forever flows In the onward march of ages Up toward God who stands above Stands in justice calmly waiting For the conquest of His love Byron Cummings |