When breaks the dawn,
The gorgeous hues,
So breaks the bird into glad song
And so breaks in our attitude
Of glad or sorrow, right or wrong.
See, we of birth of morn profess
How day will go, with more or less
And fall where may our love will choose
Where to focus it’s gaze.
And God decided once for all
His gaze would loving on us graceful would fall
And He awaits our fervor praise
When each day breaks the dawn.