Behold the morning brings the message:
Jesus paid the total price.
And again at close of evening,
It is written in the sky.
Day to day with joy resounding,
Grace and mercy new supplied;
In the face of sin abounding,
All its power at once denied.
Where the heavy heart and weary,
Shadowed by the awful curse,
Suffers pain and tumult daily,
Having life with God now lost,
There the sunrise, at day’s birthing,
Spreads the scarlet of His blood,
And that same bold crimson bloodstain
Rules the sky at set of sun.