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“I am the First and the Last.”
“The First and Last”—O may this be
The Name that paints my Lord to me—
The rising and the setting ray,
Which rounds with beauty every day,
And makes its hours run lightsomely.
The Name that paints my Lord to me—
The rising and the setting ray,
Which rounds with beauty every day,
And makes its hours run lightsomely.
My morning prayer shall climb to Thee;
My midnight vigil Thou shalt see;
Matins to Evensong shall say—
“The First and Last.”
My midnight vigil Thou shalt see;
Matins to Evensong shall say—
“The First and Last.”
Grateful I muse beneath the Tree
Which bore such Fruit to make me free;
Then go rejoicing on my way,
And catch an echo of the lay
Which crowns to all Eternity
“The First and Last.”
Which bore such Fruit to make me free;
Then go rejoicing on my way,
And catch an echo of the lay
Which crowns to all Eternity
“The First and Last.”
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