Songs of the Soul/Part 2/Tattered Garment
TATTERED GARMENT
Oh, sing no plaintive lay
When at last my earthly raiment dies,
Nor let ashes tell thy tears where it lies;
Oh, blow my tattered garment’s dust away!
When at last my earthly raiment dies,
Nor let ashes tell thy tears where it lies;
Oh, blow my tattered garment’s dust away!
The dust clean washed,
The hidden gold beneath will show
Itself anew all bright and brushed,
And shine somewhere aglow,—
The hidden gold beneath will show
Itself anew all bright and brushed,
And shine somewhere aglow,—
And wait with luring lustre
For some home-lorn soul
To show the path with lightening glimmer
From darkness on to goal.
For some home-lorn soul
To show the path with lightening glimmer
From darkness on to goal.