| The morning sunlight’s Your creation Lord,
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| And we rise to praise the one who made it all,
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| These city streets are filled with traffic noise,
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| And the fields and trees join in that ragged song,
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| So I lift my eyes toward the sky and I rejoice,
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| And to every rhyme and note and chord I add my voice,
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| Oh Lord of host, be enthroned, on our praises,
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| Even the stones, they’ll cry out, as your day breaks,
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| For we know that you’re the one who’s in contro ol,
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| That your mighty Love sustains this world and all it holds,
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| The daylight winks before the setting sun,
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| And the moon and stars sing their creation song,
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| Our city sleeping I await the day,
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| While around Your throne the praises never end,
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| Will you keep us safe beneath your wings as this day fades?
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| And the morning dawn will rise and sing your praise a-gain
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| Oh Lord of host, be enthroned, on our praises,
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| Even the stones, they’ll cry out, as your day breaks, |