IT LASTS ALL THE DAY THROUGH by C. P. Bollman

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 20, 1914

IT LASTS ALL THE DAY THROUGH

By C. P. Bollman

By C. P. BOLLMAN

Suggested by an exquisitely beautiful sunrise and Ps. 92:2

O, THE beauty of the sky In the morn! It lifts our thoughts on high. It makes our God seem nigh, Though from sense of sin we sigh, In the morn.

There is pink, and blue, and gold, In the morn. And the floating clouds unfold Visions that can not be told, Beauty richer far than gold, In the morn.

And the tints — they come and go, In the morn. Thus our Father's love they show, And His glory help us know, All because He loves us so, In the morn.

And His love — it lasts all day, From the morn. And it ceases not at night. So our hope is always bright, And we'll ever trust His might — Night and morn.