The Lord of hosts in these mountains, O his gracious power,

Comes scatt'ring the aged long night, he is our refuge in every hour.

A High Praise—The Judgment

Light, great light, Alleuher's high spirit, that shines above the day,

Searching the souls of the living things, calling his children from sin away.

I will not grow weary in the times, which others may fear.[Pg 27]

[Pg 27]

He shall return at the end of each year.

I will wait for his glory shining through all creation unto my spirit to appear.

My soul sings by the rivers millions of songs of thee.

All through the ages thou hast truly been with me, guarding my spirit from sin's reveries.

I see out in the fields of memory, a light which gleams across the night of mist to me.

By its rays I walk as in times of past along by the shores of the old, old sea.

I have found no mystic treasure hidden in the mines of long ago.

He has kept for me a light in heaven's window, burning bright in its intrinsic glow.

I see by the gleam of the yesterdays, the things of today's revene.

I see the lane that leads over the river of tomorrow's bridged stream.

My treasure has never been hidden, or cast away by the hand of wroth.

But kept a gift of mercy, burnished bright from the dust of moth.

I walked for a day by Shilo's river, out in the land; I compassed the rays of Eden,

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