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Oh light, light, light! Oh Sun your light is good.
You stir the sap of garden, field and wood,
Of men and ages. And your deeds are fair,
And by this light, is God's love understood.
You stir the sap of garden, field and wood,
Of men and ages. And your deeds are fair,
And by this light, is God's love understood.
So let us think upon Creation's days
And Great Jehovah Moses came to praise:—
The God the Hebrews said excelled the sun,
To whom all psalms are due, who made the ways
And Great Jehovah Moses came to praise:—
The God the Hebrews said excelled the sun,
To whom all psalms are due, who made the ways
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The sun shall follow till he burns no more
Till he is cold and clinkered to the core.
Praise God, and not the sun too much, my soul,
The God behind the sun we must adore.
Till he is cold and clinkered to the core.
Praise God, and not the sun too much, my soul,
The God behind the sun we must adore.
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