Poems (Dodd)/The Morning Star
THE MORNING STAR.
Weary I watch, with a restless heart,Till the solemn hours of night depart;Till day appears in the east afar,And brightly there beams the morning star.
Herald of light, when I look on thee,All shadowy fears from my spirit flee;As spectres pale at the dawn of day,From the haunted grave-yard pass away.
Thou art a type of our blessed Lord,Who calls to those from his fold abroad;"Come unto me ye that wander far,For I am the bright and morning star.
"The river of life is full and free,For all who will seek to follow me;Where its crystal waves flow gently on,No sun goes down, and no night shall come.
"He who has chosen a living faith,May lean upon it in pain and death;Fear from his heart shall be banished far,And I will give him the morning star."[1]
When I look up for some steady beam,To light me on with its cheering gleam;When fearful clouds round my pathway roll,Rise o'er the darkness, star of my soul!
Let not my heart lose that only ray,Which can illumine life's darksome way;Let me not wander from thee afar,O Savior! be thou my morning star!
- ↑ Rev. 2: 28.