Good morning sweet Lord, good morning

Good morning sweet Lord, good morning

This quiet eve of noon's delight

This tender hush of waking dawn

And crimson rays of morning light

So soft Your breeze does greet me

So true it soothes my soul

So warm the flowers meet me

With scent of rose untold

Your fields of green so supple

Roll towards the meadows of valley floor

Still in morning mist of peace

Their majesty Your hills adorn

The beauty of a dappled gold

Calls to me in whispered name

The echo of its Makers voice

Whose beauty there remains unchanged