Unfoldment

NORVAL E. MALLAHAN

How like the dawn upon the morn,
Comes truth—the light of God—to me!
It finds me destitute, forlorn,
And opes mine eyes, that I may see.

It teaches me to know no stain;
For I, His child, His heir, His son,
With boundless love He does maintain;
'T is mine to glorify that One.

I have no fear, I understand;
His will it is for me to know;
He bears me up by His right hand,
And teaches me how I should go.

God's light has broken through the mist;
His power is great,—is limitless!
Nor sin nor error can resist;
I do reflect His righteousness.

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