Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns for Children. I. Every morning the red sunCecil Frances Alexander (18231895)
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Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night;
There’s a bright land far away,
Where ’tis never-ending day.
Open bright and gay,
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away:
There’s a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.
All the summer long,
But in colder, shorter days
They forget their song:
There’s a place where Angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.
Those who follow Him;
But we cannot see Him here,
For our eyes are dim:
There is a most happy place,
Where men always see His Face.
All who do the right:
Holy children there shall stand,
In their robes of white;
For that Heaven so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.