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HYMN.
When the bright presence of the day
Chases the lingering shades away,
And nature bursts to light,
With wondering awe and sweet surprise
We see a thousand tints arise,
To deck that presence bright.
Chases the lingering shades away,
And nature bursts to light,
With wondering awe and sweet surprise
We see a thousand tints arise,
To deck that presence bright.
The sun from ocean's bed doth rise,
And hastes along the glittering skies,
A glorious pageant fair;
A thousand birds, with tuneful throats,
Delight the morning with then-notes,
And harmonize the air!
And hastes along the glittering skies,
A glorious pageant fair;
A thousand birds, with tuneful throats,
Delight the morning with then-notes,
And harmonize the air!
And man walks forth to gaze around,
And, from the incense-breathing ground,
To raise adoring eyes,
The Almighty Father to behold,
Beyond that shining dome of gold,
Beyond those glittering skies.
And, from the incense-breathing ground,
To raise adoring eyes,
The Almighty Father to behold,
Beyond that shining dome of gold,
Beyond those glittering skies.
