The Voice of Praise ‎#806

806. Oh, fairest-born of Love and Light!

1 Oh, fairest-born of Love and Light!
Yet bending brow and eye severe
On all which pains the holy sight,
Or wounds the pure and perfect ear--

2 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye,
How fade the lines of caste and birth!
How equal in their sufferings lie
The groaning multitudes of earth!

3 Still to a stricken brother true,
Whatever clime hath nourished him;
As stooped to heal the wounded Jew,
The worshiper of Gerizim.

4 In holy words which can not die,
In thoughts which angels learned to know,
Christ gave thy message from on high,
Thy mission to a world of woe.

5 That voice's echo hath not died;
From the blue lake of Galilee,
From Tabor's lonely mountain-side,
It calls a struggling world to thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Oh, fairest-born of Love and Light!
• Author: Whittier
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian Nation: Brotherhood; No Caste in the Gospel

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