BEHOLD THE SUN.

Behold the Sun, how bright

From yonder East he springs,

As if the soul of life and light

Were breathing from his wings.

So bright the Gospel broke

Upon the souls of men;

So fresh the dreaming world awoke

In Truth's full radiance then.

Before yon Sun arose,

Stars clustered thro’ the sky —

But oh how dim, how pale were those,

To His one burning eye!

So Truth lent many a ray,

To bless the Pagan's night —

But, Lord, how weak, how cold were they

To Thy One glorious Light!