glory, glory, glory
to the sun that rises
on the horizon
and in our hearts and minds,
glory to the gold-spilled light
that pours over all black things
making them beautiful,
making us beautiful
glory, glory, glory
to the sun that rises
on the horizon
and in our hearts and minds,
glory to the gold-spilled light
that pours over all black things
making them beautiful,
making us beautiful
