316 The Dayspring from on High
John Mason Neale, 1846.
O very God of very God, And very Light of Light, Whose feet this earth’s dark valley trod, That so it might be bright! | Our hopes are weak, our foes are strong, Thick darkness blinds our eyes; Cold is the night, and O we long For Thee, our Sun, to rise! | And even now, though dull and gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to the perfect day That never shall be past. | O guide us till our path be done, And we have reached the shore Where Thou, our everlasting Sun, Art shining evermore! | We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs, Till Thou shalt come our gloom to chase, With healing on Thy wings. | |
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