Morning Ritual
Call now my brothers, call now my sisters
Come the sun, come
the day.
Rising again from horizon afar
Come the sun, come the day
Inching above the dark frozen earth
Come the sun, come
the day
Hail to the God of morning’s new birth
Come the sun, come the day.
His fingers are fiery, his temper is hot
Come the sun, come
the day
Bow down before him in reverent praise
Come the sun, come
the day
For he is your strength, your lifeblood, your life
Come the sun, come
the day.
Let us now sing as he raises his head
Come the sun, come
the day
Raise up your arms, let him shine on your face
Come the sun come
the day
Hail to the God of morning’s new birth
He is here! He is
here! All hail to the sun!
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