The sun above will run its course
Then die in western sky
To point to our salvation’s source:
On Cross our Lord draws nigh.
His suffering and earthly death
Will follow His sun’s rise,
Yet in His night we’re not bereft;
He lives through His demise.
For in His night His moon is bright
In Mother at her prayers,
And she has faith that in His night
He’ll wipe away our tears.
Our sin is left in His death’s dark
As dawn begins to break
And rises He without sin’s mark–
With new life our thirst slakes.
For dawn of His new day will last
As we forever live,
And sin and death with Him are past:
To us new life He gives.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 