With every morning bright and clear
I thank God for this day sincere,
I know that I have naught to fear
His voice I hear, His voice I hear.
His canvas I behold in awe
six days it took and has no flaw,
as Spring rises from Winters thaw
my spirit soars, my spirit soars.
His creatures beat in rhythm true
I watch the sun catch morning's dew,
and in the skies there's clearest blue
all this I view, all this I view.
This dance of day has now begun
His music is compared to none
and even with the setting sun
His day's not done, His day's not done.
For then the stars and moon shine bright
giving hope to the darkest night,
protecting all with His great might
oh what a sight, oh what a sight.
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