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 Though the Gods of the night lie rotten And their honour be taken away And the noise of their names forgotten, Thou, Lord, art God of the day. Thou art father and saviour and spirit, O Sun, of the soul that is free And hath grace of thy grace to inherit Thine earth and thy sea.

The hills and the sands and the beaches, The waters adrift and afar, The banks and the creeks and the reaches, How glad of thee all these are!