High o'er the lonely hills
Black turns to gray
Birdsong the valley fills
Mists fold away
Gray wakes to green again
Beauty is seen again
Gold an serene again
Dawneth the day
So, o'er the hills of life
Stormy forlorn
Out of the cloud and strife
Sunrise is born
Switft grows the light for us
Ended is night for us
Soundless and bright for us
Breaketh God's morn
Hear we no beat of drums
Fanfare nor cry
When Christ the herald comes
Quietly nigh
Splendor He makes on earth
Color awakes on earth
Suddenly breaks on earth
Light from the sky
Bid then farewell to sleep
Rise up and run!
What though the hill be steep?
Strength's in the sun
Now shall you find at last
Night's left behind at last
And for mankind at last
Day has begun!
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