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
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|The Cyber Hymnal #1338||Every Morning the Red Sun||Every morning the red sun||ST. FAITH||Cecil F. Alexander||75.75.77||<cite>Hymns for Little Children</cite>, 1848|