The Crowned Life

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
For thee, belov'd, the night hath passed away,
Death, and the still, cold tomb now lie behind thee,
Lost in the brightness of this dawning day.

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
Rise in the likeness of thy risen Lord,
Venture thy soul upon His faith unchanging,
And dare believe He keeps with thee His word.

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
And all below hath faded at that sight,
The things which most have charmed thy ravished vision
Grow pale before "the glory of that Light."

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
He calls thee, O beloved, that light to give,
Thy ransomed life an "earthen vessel" chosen,
Thro' which, henceforth, thy Lord may work and live.

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
"Arise and shine" with radiance not thine own,
Bathe in the flood of light so pure and holy
That issues from the Man upon the Throne.

So shall men see and marvel at His beauty,
The while His little one is lost from sight,
For "He shall be admired" in them that love Him,
And they shall be His glory, His delight.

"The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen,"
No more for ever shall thy sun go down,
For He will be to thee a Light eternal,
And thou shalt be to Him a royal crown.