When the morning stars were singing
And the world was newly born,
And all life was, filled with music,
Music of the morn,
There was One above the splendour
Who commanded it to be;
And in all the heav’nly radiance,
None so fair as He!
When the morning stars were singing
And the world was newly born,
And all life was, filled with music,
Music of the morn,
There was One above the splendour
Who commanded it to be;
And in all the heav’nly radiance,
None so fair as He!
