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S. M.
A brighter day.
Lord, we expect a day
Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away,
To realms of light and bliss.
2 There rapturous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight;
And every pain, and tear, and sigh,
Be drowned in endless night.
3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of Righteousness!
Our happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.
4 Nor shall that radiant day,
So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away
Beneath the setting sun.
5 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy love shall show,
And all thy truth record.