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Light for the darkened earth! Long midnight fleets away, The Gospel day-star springs to birth, Whose bright, prelusive ray Shall glow, till a glorious morning brings Eternity's cloudless day.

 

Fled!—and from whom? The Man of woe Who in Gethsemane had felt Such pangs as bade the blood-drops flow And the crushed heart with anguish melt? They who were gathered round his board, Partook his love, beheld his power, Saw the sick healed, the dead restored, Fail'd they to watch one fearful hour?

All fled? Yet one there was who laid His head upon that sacred breast, By Friendship's holy ardor made A cherished, an illustrious guest; One too, who walked with Christ the wave When the mad sea confessed his sway, And strangely sealed her gaping grave,— Fled these forgetfully away? 