The morning son Rising above so high to fly A hope so piercing The morning sky True as now, truer than none Miracle prophesy My worlds begun To life be beckoned The choice is free Righteous anointed, in purity Beautiful one, majesty Spirit speak my name I call to you in holy tongues As pain pa**es away Merciful master, chosen king Great lion of Judah Even serpents proclaim In reverence I worship Singing this song Unending praise Follow his light Take up this fight Till the end of my days To life I am beckoned My choice made free Anoited in righteous purity