1

The sun arises from the sea, 
And all around his rays is flinging, 
The flowers are opening on the lea, 
The merry birds are singing. 

2

The summer breeze is rustling past, 
Sweet scents are gathering around it, 
The rivulet is flowing fast, 
Beside the banks that bound it. 

3

All nature seemeth to rejoice, 
In the returning summer weather; 
Let us with nature raise our voice, 
And harmonise together. 

4

But not alone for summer skies 
Shall praise unto our God be given: 
This day our Saviour did arise, 
And oped the gate of heaven. 

5

To sinful man, if only he 
His errings will confess with sorrow, 
Then, after earth's night-misery, 
Shall dawn a glorious morrow: 

6

A blissful bright eternity 
Bought by the rising of the Giver, 
To Whom all praise, all honour be, 
For ever and for ever.

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