"Let there be light:" thus spake the Word;
The Word was God; "and there was light:"
Still the creative voice is heard;
A day is born from every night.
And every night shall turn to day,
While months, and years, and ages roll;
But we have seen a brighter ray
Dawn on the chaos of the soul.
Nor we alone; its wakening smiles
Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep;
The Word hath reach'd the utmost isles,
God's Spirit moves upon the deep.
Already from the dust of death,
Man in his Maker's image stands;
Once more inhales immortal breath,
And stretches forth to heaven his hands.
From day to day, before our eyes,
Glows and extends the work begun;
When shall the now creation rise
On every land beneath the sun?
When, in the Sabbath of His love,
Shall God amidst his labours rest;
And, bending from His throne above,
Again pronounce His creatures bless'd?
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First Line: | Let there be light: thus spake the Word |
Title: | Let there be light: thus spake the Word |
Author: | James Montgomery |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1854 |
Topic: | Missionary: success |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |