Whose beams in heav'n on ransom'd souls are shed
In glorious brightness through eternity!
25. THE WIDOW'S SON RAISED.
No company of revellers is here,
But sad procession solemn moves and slow,
While sobs are heard, and tears of anguish flow;—
A widow's only son is on the bier.
But now the mighty Son of God comes near,
And stops the moving spectacle of woe,