Hymns of the Early Church ‎#40

40. A crown of gold surpassing rare

A crown of gold surpassing rare,
The western hills, in beauty wear;
And earth and sea reflect the light,
That fades before th' approach of night.

O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray
Illumes the realm of endless day,
Shine on a world where darkness dwells,
And all the joy of day dispels.

Soft o'er the land the twilight creeps;
Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;
Oh, let not night my life control,
And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.

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Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,
But let the soul through slumber live;
Wake when the first faint gleam of morn
Tells that another day is born.

Light of my life! bid night depart,
Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;
That morn, and noon, and night may be
One beauteous day of joy to me.

And when the brightest morn shall break,
And bid the eternal day awake,
O glorious Sun! in radiance shine,
To guard from night the realm Divine.

Text Information

• First Line: A crown of gold surpassing rare
• Title: A crown of gold surpassing rare
• Meter: 8,8,8,8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1913

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