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[Bright Word of God! that shin'st on high]

Bright Word of God! that shin'st on high,
Beneath his footstool of the sky!
Thou say'st He made thee bright for all,
For rich and poor, for great and small;
And canst thou lie?
Lo! on the prisoner's dungeon'd eye,
Cut off from heaven's warm blasonry,
Thy beams of glory cannot fall!
Yet say'st thou, light was made for all;
And dost thou lie?
The sons of Want and Labour sigh
For air, for light, and, poison'd, die!
Life is to them a funeral pall!
Yet say'st thou, light is bright for all;
O do not lie!
To thee the lark, the eagle cry,
The tiny wren, the little fly;
On thee the seas, the mountains call:
Thou say'st, God made thee bright for all,
And dost not lie.