Text: | Praise, for the glorious light |
Author: | M. W. Hale |
1 Praise for the glorious light
Which crowns this joyous day;
Whose beams dispel the shades of night,
And wake our grateful lay!
2 Praise for the mighty band
Redeemed from error's chain,
Whose echoing voices, through our land,
Join our triumphant strain!
3 Ours is no conquest gained
Upon the tented field;
Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained
The victor's helm and shield.
4 But the strong might of love,
And truth's all-pleading voice,
As angels bending from above,
Have made our hearts rejoice.
5 Lord, upward to thy throne
Th' imploring voice we raise;
The might, the strength, are thine alone;
Thine be our loftiest praise.
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First Line: | Praise, for the glorious light |
Author: | M. W. Hale |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Reform, Temperance, Etc.; For Success in Reform |