Psalm 113:3

The golden light of dawn is nigh,

The quick birds all on wing

Are brushing just above the waves

Where wispy mists still cling.

As morning wakes to greet the dawn

The murmur of the gull

Ripples softly across the breeze

While sleepy waters lull.

And there, below the rising sun,

Where peaceful waters flow,

The morning sings its praise to God

Within the golden glow.

 Psalm 113:3
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the LORD is to be praised.