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Rev. 1:20.
Our Christ hath reached his heavenly seat,
Through sorrows and through scars;
The golden lamps are at his feet,
And in his hand the stars.
2 O God of life, and truth, and grace,
Ere nature was begun!
Make welcome to our erring race
Thy Spirit and thy Son.
3 We hail the Church, built high o’er all
The heathens’ rage and scoff;
Thy providence its fenced wall,
“The Lamb the light thereof.”
4 O, may he walk among us here,
With his rebuke and love—
A brightness o’er this lower sphere,
A ray from worlds above!
Frothingham.