The widening dawn lightened the painted windows with a silver mist, flecked through with palest rose, and the darkness, gathering together, rolled itself up like a curtain and fled away. All shapes of evil and visions of terror vanished;—and as the morning broke, the Angel of the Light, alone and victorious, with snowy wings widespread, and fair face bright with God’s own eternal splendour, lifted the King’s Crown in both radiant hands towards Heaven, to meet the rays of the rising sun and the full golden glory of the Day!
HYMN FOR THE CORONATION
Ruler of Empires, God of Perfect Love,
That wert, and art, and ever-more shalt be,—
Maker and Master of the worlds above,
Saviour of all who fix their hope on Thee,—
Hear us, great Lord of nations new and old,