Sweet Sunday morning In the clean winter light The tapestry candle takes over the frozen Reflections of night The birth of the New Year The promise it brings So many blessings of love Let us think on these things Whatever is honest Whatever is true Whoever loves me Whoever loves you And the wonder they bring Come, let us think on these things Sisters and brothers Let's sing it again We pull back the darkness and covers Revealing our joy and our sins Whatever is lovely Wherever there's praise This is morning of your better days And the promise they bring Come, let us think on these things I know we wander Alone and cold in the woods Now the kettle is singing And the message is good I know we faltered I know sometimes we lose faith These are the days of rejoicing Our beauty and grace Some days I wake early With fear in my soul Regrets of the past The rage in my heart Start taking control Then I look at my children And all that is pure I know in the deepest depths of my bones That love is the cure Whatever is righteous Whatever is just Whatever new life will rise from the dust And the promise it brings Come, let us think on these things Whatever is honest Whatever is true Whoever loves me Whoever loves you And the wonder they bring Come let us think on these things