In the quiet of the morning
And the sky is clear and white
And dawn's soft hush has slipped
Across the solitude of night

When the last pale star has fallen
And the East's a rosy glow
Streak with lavenders and orchids
With a touch of indigo

When the colors are all blending
There is no defining each
And the sun peeps up appearing
Like some plump and pinkish peach

There is nothing quite so moving
Quite so silent, quite so strange
As the Lord's most recent wonder-
Birth of morning on the range

I can't quite seem to fathom-
I can't help wondering why-
I was placed among such beauty
All this solitude and sky

Now I see you ride before me,
As my feet trod earthly sod,
I watch you vanish in the sunrise
Go With God!