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IV.
Soon chants as of triumph, though not as of war,
Stole thrillingly in from the silence afar;
And this Song of the Seraphim, borne from above,
Where no mutterings of Hate mar the anthems of Love,
Took the place of the Wail of distrust and despair,
And with harmony fill'd every wave of the air.
Stole thrillingly in from the silence afar;
And this Song of the Seraphim, borne from above,
Where no mutterings of Hate mar the anthems of Love,
Took the place of the Wail of distrust and despair,
And with harmony fill'd every wave of the air.
SONG OF THE SERAPHIM.
1.
Up, where the King of Glory sits,Here where His People have their homes,
Never the wing of a shadow flits,
Never the wail of a sorrow comes:
But the glimmer of stars, and the gleam of the sun,
And the light that streams from the high white Throne,
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Where angels the words of Love intone.
2.
Out of the mists, and above the din,Here, where the King of Glory reigns,
Never a shadow enters in,
Never a troubled voice complains:
But angels sing the Song of the Lamb,
Whereat the Trail of the Serpent ends:
And the Voice of the high-enthroned “I Am”
A hope for man through the ages sends.
3.
Up where the King of Glory sits,Out of the mist, and above the din,
Never the wing of a shadow flits,
Never a sorrow enters in:
But light and love, and prayer and praise,
And charity that all invites,
Make up the measureless, endless days,
The days of heav'n, that know no nights.
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