Over the south soft rolling hills of the South Downs,
Horizon wears beauty, as Royalty wear crowns,
As water-weak Sun streaks the pink-red morning skies,
In the far past distance, a cold Autumn night dies.
Dawn's final destination of awakening,
As each tiny flower's head its sleep forsaking,
Heralding in beauty of a soundless chorus,
Exposing now such magnificence before us.
Behold! the coming of a brand new day's glory,
Telling of an awesome and magical story
For on the crest of our God's own given power
We now stand strong together: A mighty Tower
A shining new day! And a glorious new Earth,
Born in magnificent glory, for all God's worth.
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