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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.


 * 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.