With light and healing in his wings!

4Give us that light! O God, 'tis given!

Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls

To those who for the truth have striven;

And Faith walks firmly where it falls.

5Churches no more, in cold eclipse,

Mourn the withholding of its rays;

It gilds their gates, and on the lips

Of every faithful preacher plays.

976. P. M. Moore.