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THE BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR.
No angel's message met our ear,On that first glorious Easter day;"The Lord is risen. He is not here;"Come see the place where Jesus lay."But we believe that Thou didst quellThe banded powers of earth and hell.
We saw Thee not return on high;And now, our longing sight to bless,No ray of glory from the skyShines down upon our wilderness;But we believe that Thou art there,And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer.
The Bright and Morning Star.
The last sand from time's hour-glass Shall soon disappear,And like vapour shall vanish This old rolling sphere.
On the floor like the chaff-stream In the dark wintry day,From the fan of destruction Shall suns drift away.
And the meteors of glory Which 'wilder the wise,Only gleam till we open In true worlds our eyes.
But aloft in God's heaven, There blazeth a star,And I live while I'm watching Its light from afar.
From its lustre immortal My soul caught the spark,Which shall beam on undying When sunshine is dark.
So transforming its radiance Its strength so benign,Dull clay burns a ruby, And man grows divine.
