Another morning song by the Danish 19th century poet B.S. Ingemann

 

the sun that in the east does rise

The sun that in the East does rise

Drapes clouds with golden gown,

O’er seas and peaks it sails the skies,

O’er countryside and town.

It comes from that fair coast so bright

Where Paradise once lay;

It comes with joy and life and light

To great and small alway.

It brings to us a greeting fine

From Eden’s rising dawn,

Where stood the Tree with fruit sublime,

Where Life’s pure fount was born.

It greets us from Life’s home afar,

Where God’s light did abound

O’er Bethlehem with that bright star

The East’s Wise Men once found.

And with God’s sun comes from the East

A distant heavn’ly glow,

A glimpse of Paradise’s coast,

Where Life’s great orchards grow.

And all the stars from near and far

Bow as East’s sun gains height:

It seems to them so like the star

O’er Bethlehem that night.

You sun of suns from Bethlehem!

May thanks and praises rise

For every glint from Light’s true home

And from your Paradise!