The Rising Song
Cool dawn of day
Through misty light;
To the mid-day
When Sun burns bright.
Then cooling of eve
As shadows are so tall;
Eyes are at rest,
Cold death of nightfall.
The Rising Song
With trumpet sound;
The Song of Man
Now homeward bound.
Steven A. Green
Psalm 113:3 From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.