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As a dream when we wake
At the dawn of the day,
So fled all the phantoms
And spectres away:
The light of Thy countenance
Shining in grace,
Illumined the gold
Of the most holy place.
In my questions how stupid
And brutish was I!
How great was the mercy
That deigned to reply!
How mighty the hand
That, extended to save,
Held him who was sinking
In Galilee's wave! (Matt. 14:31.)
Possessed by Thy love
That expels every fear;
Led on by Thy counsel
So deep, yet so clear —
O wonderful prospect,
To stand at Thy side,
When the rays of Thy glory
Shall stream far and wide! E. L. Bevir.