The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
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“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in His wings
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“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in His wings .”
Radiant the splendour of the morn,
When cloudless shines the sun's bright ray;
Gemming the dew-bespangled thorn,
And chasing night's dull mists away.
When cloudless shines the sun's bright ray;
Gemming the dew-bespangled thorn,
And chasing night's dull mists away.
But far more glorious and more bright,
The “Sun of Righteousness” within
Shedding its holy, heavenly light,
On spirits lost in doubt and sin.
The “Sun of Righteousness” within
Shedding its holy, heavenly light,
On spirits lost in doubt and sin.
And calm and sweet the vesper-hour,
When slowly sinking to his rest,
The setting sun displays his power,
And glory gilds the glowing west.
When slowly sinking to his rest,
The setting sun displays his power,
And glory gilds the glowing west.
Yet lovelier far the glimpses given,
To glad the dying Christian's eye,
When earth is swallow'd up in heaven,
And life in immortality.
To glad the dying Christian's eye,
When earth is swallow'd up in heaven,
And life in immortality.
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