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The sky’s blue scroll records Thy wondrous glory—
The cycling stars but punctuate the story.
Winter’s white sheen shows Thy transfiguration.
And Autumn’s ’’burning bush" Thy proclamation.
From morning’s golden dawning
To sunset’s ruddy fire,
Thou art my “Vision Splendid,"
And Thou my soul’s desire.
III.
Thou art my Vision Holy,
Thou spotless lamb of God;
Thou Fire and Thou Refiner,
Thou living blossoming Rod.
Forever is Thy holiness before me—
Thy love the gleaming banner floating o’er me ;
Thy righteousness the robe Thy saints are wearing;
Thy joy their happy faces all declaring.
O beckoning Hand of Jesus!
O pleading Face of love!
Be still my Vision Holy,
Till I dwell with Thee above.
