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<p>Great Sun of truth – tho' folly's mists may veil thee<lb/> | |||
'' | And errors <del>clouds</del> <add>mists</add> & envy's storms, assail thee<lb/> | ||
Thou wilt pursue thy glorious course. – He bow'd<lb/> | |||
His peaceful head & died – A mighty cloud<lb/> | |||
Unwanted hung o'er nature – the firm rock<lb/> | |||
Was split – & Zion trembled with the shock<lb/> | |||
He bow'd his head & died – O not in vain<lb/> | |||
So great a sacrifice for erring men –<lb/> | |||
That seed shall bring a hundred thousand fold –<lb/> | |||
A wondrous harvest – for he hath unrolled<lb/> | |||
The chart of heaven – & pointed out the <del>way</del> <add>road,</add><lb/> | |||
And he hath raised him a sublime abode<lb/> | |||
In the hearts of men, – & thence his gentle sway<lb/> | |||
Is heard in only whispers soft – "Obey"</p> | |||
<p>Father who dwellest in light – to thee I bring<lb/> | |||
My heart – accept the humble offering,<lb/> | |||
O at Thy Sun of light my path illume –<lb/> | |||
Thou call'st me to its beams – & lo! I come</p> | |||
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Great Sun of truth – tho' folly's mists may veil thee
And errors clouds mists & envy's storms, assail thee
Thou wilt pursue thy glorious course. – He bow'd
His peaceful head & died – A mighty cloud
Unwanted hung o'er nature – the firm rock
Was split – & Zion trembled with the shock
He bow'd his head & died – O not in vain
So great a sacrifice for erring men –
That seed shall bring a hundred thousand fold –
A wondrous harvest – for he hath unrolled
The chart of heaven – & pointed out the way road,
And he hath raised him a sublime abode
In the hearts of men, – & thence his gentle sway
Is heard in only whispers soft – "Obey"
Father who dwellest in light – to thee I bring
My heart – accept the humble offering,
O at Thy Sun of light my path illume –
Thou call'st me to its beams – & lo! I come
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