A Bookish Charm

God’s love is like a morning,

Arising in my soul. 

A perfect, constant dawning,

So warm and wonderful.

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Though the earthly night surrounds,

It cannot pierce within.

Dark of death no more is found,

Nor cold of pain and sin.

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Day seems a bright beginning,

Yet noontide is past.

In Him it’s never-ending,

Forever, first and last.

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Shades of fear are put to flight,

Far from the horizon,

Where breaks forth the radiant light

Of one and only Son.

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Awaken and uplift your eyes,

To peer into the blaze.

Join in singing with the skies,

Their morning hymn of praise.