How Clear the Light!

How clear the lightWhen darksome mists have fled,And all about meLove's bright beam is shed!'Tis then I glimpseThe Father's face,And trustingly relyUpon His grace.

Though erstwhile erstwhile cloudsMay baffle mortal sense,Man's undimmed eyesBehold omnipotence;And in His lightDream shadows lose their power—Then healings comesTo bless this instant hour.

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