Like first faint rosy fingers of the dawn
Exploring the darkness of receding night,
Hope, tenuous, expectant, reaching out
To God, foretells the coming of the light.
Out of a night of fear,
Behold God drawing near!

And as the rising sun floods all the earth
Waking response, quickening bird and flower,
Faith, strong and steadfast, supersedes frail hope,
Declares God's omnipresence and His power.
No longer God draws near—
Behold His presence here!

As surely comes the fullness of the day
As sunrise follows what dawn has begun,
Hope's promise brings forth faith, and born of faith
Is consciousness of God and man at one.
His glory cannot dim—
See man at one with Him!

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Signs of the Times
April 25, 1936

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