C-herish the Lord God's love,
I-t's a blessing so true;
N-ew day has dawned,
D-ark departs from
Y-ou.
D-etest not the Lord God's love,
E-arly eighteenth of May;
T-he morning that breaks
O-pens the only doorway.
I-t's not righteous nor virtuous
T-o despise the Father above;
O-pen your heart and mind, cherish the Lord God's love.
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