His Children of the Morning Bright

Ye children of the evening light,
Bend a humble knee.
O come before His throne, the King;
Speak to Majesty.

We cast thy flesh into the night,
No shelter from the storm;
Our gifts are scattered o'er the earth,
Neglected and forlorn.

Our children of the darkest night,
Peace is gone from thee.
And when thy paws shall scratch our door
We sleep so silently.

Amidst the fool is fog and mist,
Clouded thoughts abound.
Less you be damned like all the rest,
Pray for wisdom's sound.

His Children of the morning bright,
Grace has smiled today;
Adopted by your King on high,
Thank Him now and pray.