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Every Morning the Red Sun

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1338 Meter: 7.5.7.5.7.7 Lyrics: 1. Every morning the red sun 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. 2. Every spring the sweet young flowers 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. 3. Little birds sing songs of praise 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. 4. Christ our Lord is ever near 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. 5. Who shall go to that bright land? All who do the right: Holy children there shall stand In their robes of white; For that Heav’n, so bright and blest, Is our everlasting rest. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FAITH

Every Morn the Golden Sun

Author: Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander Hymnal: Carmina Centum #50 (1882) First Line: Every morning the red sun Languages: English Tune Title: [Every morning the red sun]

Every morning, the red sun

Author: Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: Songs of Praise and Prayer #55 (1883) Languages: English Tune Title: EVERY MORNING, THE RED SUN

Every morning, the red sun

Author: Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: Songs of Praise and Prayer #55 (1889) Languages: English Tune Title: EVERY MORNING, THE RED SUN

Ev'ry morning the red sun

Hymnal: Hymns for the Children of the Church #302 (1907) Languages: English Tune Title: EVERY MORNING THE RED SUN

Every Morning the Golden Sun

Author: Cecil Frances Alexander Hymnal: Childhood Songs #122 (1898) First Line: Ev'ry morning the red sun Languages: English Tune Title: [Ev'ry morning the red sun]

Every morning the red sun

Hymnal: Voices of Praise #256 (1883) Lyrics: 1 Every morning the red sun Rises warm and bright; But the evening cometh on, And the dark, cold night: There's a bright land far away, Where is never ending day. 2 Every spring the sweet young flowers Open fresh and gay; Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away: There's a land we have not seen Where the trees are always green. 3 Little birds sing songs of praise 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. 4 Christ our Lord is ever near 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. 5 Who shall go to that bright land? 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. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: SILKSWORTH