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VII.—The Two Visions.
Two visions passed before me as I prayed:
I saw the King the Lord of hosts unveiled,
In robes of awful purity arrayed;
And in the blinding light my spirit quailed.
I saw the King the Lord of hosts unveiled,
In robes of awful purity arrayed;
And in the blinding light my spirit quailed.
And then mine eyes fell downward; and within,
Lit with the searching fires that pierced me through,
I saw a soul all stained with hateful sin;
And bowed in shame I shrank back from the view.
Lit with the searching fires that pierced me through,
I saw a soul all stained with hateful sin;
And bowed in shame I shrank back from the view.
Then, as once more I sought with trembling awe
To scan the glories of the heavenly height,
A Face of tenderest love methought I saw
Shape itself out from that deep home of light.
To scan the glories of the heavenly height,
A Face of tenderest love methought I saw
Shape itself out from that deep home of light.
And then I knew this double look could win
The twofold grace that lifts the soul above;
For penitence beholds the guilt within,
While Faith looks out upon a Saviour's love.
The twofold grace that lifts the soul above;
For penitence beholds the guilt within,
While Faith looks out upon a Saviour's love.
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