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.

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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.