The sun that in the East does rise
Drapes clouds with golden gown,
Oer seas and peaks it sails the skies,
Oer countryside and town.
It comes from that fair coast so bright
Where Paradise once lay;
It comes with joy and life and light
To great and small alway.
It brings to us a greeting fine
From Edens rising dawn,
Where stood the Tree with fruit sublime,
Where Lifes pure fount was born.
It greets us from Lifes home afar,
Where Gods light did abound
Oer Bethlehem with that bright star
The Easts Wise Men once found.
And with Gods sun comes from the East
A distant heavnly glow,
A glimpse of Paradises coast,
Where Lifes great orchards grow.
And all the stars from near and far
Bow as Easts sun gains height:
It seems to them so like the star
Oer Bethlehem that night.
You sun of suns from Bethlehem!
May thanks and praises rise
For every glint from Lifes true home
And from your Paradise!
