Every Morning the Red Sun Lyrics
Every morning the red sun
Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night.
There's a bright land far away,
Where 'tis never-ending day.
Every spring the sweet young flowers
Open bright and gay,
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away.
There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.
Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long,
But in colder, shorter days
They forget their song.
There's a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.
Christ our Lord is ever near
Those who follow Him;
But we cannot see Him here,
For our eyes are dim;
There is a most happy place,
Where men always see His face.
Who shall go to that bright land?
All who do the right:
Holy children there shall stand
In their robes of white;
For that Heav'n, so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.
Composer of Hymn Music
The composer of the
music that accompanies the
words of "Every Morning the Red Sun ", George Clement Martin (September 11, 1844-February 23, 1916),
was born in Lambourn, Berkshire, England and
became famous as a Church organist, composer and musician. He became Professor of Organ at the Royal College of Music in 1883 and was knighted by Queen Victoria 1897.
Information about the
Title of Hymn: Every Morning the Red Sun
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): Ms.Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander (April 1818
to October 12, 1895)
Nationality of Author:
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: N/A Hymn written in English
Name of Composer of Music: George Clement Martin (September 11, 1844 to
February 23, 1916)
Hymn Category: Children Songs
First Line of Hymn: "Every morning the red sun Rises warm and bright"
First Publication Date: