Hymns of the Russian Church ‎#13a

13a. Up rose the morn behind the hills

Up rose the morn behind the hills
When all the world was sleeping;
And beauty smote the dancing rills,
And gladness chased our brooding ills,
And set our hearts a-leaping.

Then high at noon the sun looked down
Upon our care and fretting,
The while we trod the path of life,
In ease or toil, in pain or strife,
Remembering or forgetting.

And now 'tis eve, and solemn night
Its curtain spreads above us;--
O God, in mercy let us rest,
Assured that all in life is best,
If Thou, our Father, love us.

Text Information

• First Line: Up rose the morn behind the hills
• Title: Up rose the morn behind the hills
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: 8,7,8,8,7
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920

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