When the Sun rises, the birds
sing in their glory, the Lord our God.
When you rise, the parents too
rejoice, their praises heard.
You dear, Child, are as beautiful
as the rising sun, you are the One
of great majesty, the Lord Our God
Never so sweet the child’s
embrace, our heart then meet,
the Mother’s love forever said
throughout – with two little feet
and two little hands, the child’s birth
from our Mother Earth –
praises here said, Dear, God
Thank you for the One –