Rev. ii. 28.
O
Name, the psalm and the music
That
fills the heavenly
place--
O
Name by which there I enter
And
see Thee face to
face--
O
Name, Thou art here the music,
And
here the sweetness and
song,
Though
the sea and the waves are roaring,
And
though the night is
long.
The
night--but a night of glory,
For
there in the heavens I
see
The
Morning Star in its brightness,
Thy
gift of love to
me.
I
have the pledge of the dawning,
The
glow of the golden
Day,
For
Thou, O my Lord, hast arisen,
The
guide Star of my
way.
The
light of the Star outshining
The
myriad suns is
mine--
Oh
sure is the glorious morning,
The
morn of joy
divine;
Of
joy and of gladness and singing,
When
deep unto deep shall
call;
The
sweetness shall answer the sorrow,
The
vinegar and the
gall;
The
depth of the glorious music
The
depth of the bitter
cry
Of
him in the darkness abandoned,
Unsolaced,
alone, to
die.
To
the blackness of darkness shall answer
The
light as a jasper
stone,
The
rainbow of glory encircling
Christ
on His radiant
throne.
C. P. C.
