What splendor surpasses the dawning of the sunrise?
The dawn of Truth within a shadowed heart;
Sweet as a thousand scents of dewy morning
Tenderly whispering. Evil has no part.
What splendor surpasses the golden blaze of noontide?
The blaze of Truth, magnificent and strong;
Mighty in deeds, resplendent with compassion,
Giving courageously to help the weak along.
What peace can compare with the quiet of the evening?
The peace of a life that is seeking not its own;
Silently working—never self-assertive,
Pressing on through love of Christ, though seemingly alone.
What beauty equals the glory of the starlight?
The beauty of holiness that glows serene and calm;
Radiant with love and humblest adoration,
Which even through chaotic night can sing a loving psalm.
