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York Minster
THE LIGHTNING AND THE FIRE
Twas eve, the thunder rolled, and anthems pealedWithin God's House, made dark by sudden storm;
But in the pane the frequent flash revealed
To anxious eyes the Saviour's dying Form:
'Twas night, the conflagration roared and glowed
Amidst the pillars of the stately shrine;
But to the weeping crowd outside, it showed
Imaged in glass the self-same Form Divine:
Against the fear without, and fire within,
An interposing Saviour lifts His Face,
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Consoles the trembling heart with heavenly grace:
Let come what will come, only, Lord, between
The terror and my soul Thy Face be seen!
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