1 Every morn the golden sun
Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the cold, dark night:
There’s a bright land far away
Where ‘tis never ending day.
2 Every sprint the sweet young flow’rs
Open fresh and gay,
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away!
There’s a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.
3 Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long.
But in colder, shorter days
They forget their song:
There’s a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.
4 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 we’ll always see His face.
5 Who shall go to that fair land?
All who love the right:
Holy children there shall stand,
In their robes of white;
In that heav’n so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.
Source: Hymns We Love, for Sunday Schools and All Devotional Meetings #81
First Line: | Every morning the red sun |
Title: | There's a Bright Land |
Author: | Cecil Frances Alexander |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Every morning the red sun. Cecil F. Alexander. [Heaven.] This hymn, in 5 stanzas of 6 lines, is based on the article of the Apostles Creed, "And the life everlasting." It appeared in Mrs. Alexander's Hymns for Little Children, 1848, No. 20, and is repeated in later editions. It is found in several collections in G. Britain and America. In the American Church Praise Book, N. Y., 1882, it is altered to, "Every morn the glowing sun"; but the advantage of the change is questionable.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)