THE MASTER AT NAIN

Father of us all,Unfold Thy joy and power that they prevail!

Much people of the city walked with her.The frame whereon her only son lay deadRested now beyond the final gate.The widow turned as though a light had shoneAcross the darkened way and saw him standSomewhat apart from those his chosen twelve.The voice held soft rebuke, "Woman, weep not."He came and touched the bier with gentle handAnd lo, the death weight left her burdened soul;Peace unutterable remained instead.then words rang clear, "Young man, I say arise."She noted those that followed had stepped back,And where the gloom had been, now all was light.He they thought was dead sat up and spoke—Stood forth aware of inner joy and power.Praise beyond the gift of moving lipsThe mother gave for this clear proof of Love,For death had vanished by the law of Life!

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