That wanes not, dims not, never waxes old.
Lord Jesus, come, and end this troubled dreaming.
Dark shadows vanish, rosy twilight break!
Morn of the true and real, burst forth, calm-beaming.
Day of the beautiful, arise, awake!
—Horatius Bonar.
IN AFFLICTION.
Father! Thy will, not mine, be done!
So prayed on earth Thy suffering Son,
So, in His name I pray: