Who lived and died and suffered long, Returns to tell the great design That future, which is yours and mine. We plead, O God ! for some new ray Of light for guidance on our way; Based not on faith, but clearer sight, Dispelling these dark clouds of night ; This doubt, this dread, this trembling fear; This thought that mars our blessings here. This restless mind, with bolder sway, Rejecls the dogmas of the day Taught by jarring seels and schools, To fetter reason with their rules. We seek to know Thee as thou art Our place with. Thee and then the part We play in this stupendous plan, Creator Infinite, and man. Lift up this veil obscuring sight; Command again : ' Let there be light ! * Reveal this secret of Thy throne; We search hi darkness the unknown."
To this we reply :
Life's unsealed mystery soon shall say What joy hath God in this poor clay, Formed by his hand with potent skill, Stamped with his image mind and will; Born not to die no, a second birth Succeeds the sentence " earth to earth." For One of all the mighty host, Who lived and died and suffered most, Arose, and proved God's great design That future, therefore, yours and mine. His Word discloses this new ray Of light, for guidance on our way ; Based now on faith, but sure as fight, Dispelling these dark clouds of night: The doubt, the dread, the trembling fear, The thoughts that marred our blessings here. Now, Lord, these minds, whose bolder sway
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