Glory shone upon the mountain,
Rising at your command.Robed in light, the morning trembles,
Gilding the sleeping land.
My heart is swift to rise to you,
A hawk above the strand,
Winging cross the brightening sky
To rest upon your hand.
Psalm 104:2-3
The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment; he
stretches out the heavens like a tent and lays the beams of his upper chambers
on their waters.
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