By Debbie King I’m thankful for the morning sun
Which or’ a distant hill doth rise
Amid the myriad choirs of song
To greet the brilliant glorious one.
To fill the ends of earth with light
For all mankind with eyes to see
The beauty of the earth by day
A light to guide me on my way.
A light to guide me on my way.
And through the night when darkness comes And choirs of song, their tune doth fade
Reflected light of lesser hue
And whispers softly guide me through.
And whispers softly guide me through.
I’m thankful for the Eternal Son
Who or’ a distant hill did rise
Who or’ a distant hill did rise
Amid angelic choirs of song
To greet the brilliant glorious One.
To greet the brilliant glorious One.
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