Everything is dancing, Jesus, on this sunny morn,
Everything is dancing and the world is freshly born,
Born from out the water and from out the foggy night,
Bathed in pearl of dew-fall and in gilded amber light.
Striding o'er the hill tops with wings of fire unfurled
Comes the morning standard wakening up the world,
Rousing all creation resplendent 'neath its gaze
To sing in adoration unending hymns of praise.