See, the time for sleep has run, Rise before, or with the sun: Lift thy hands, and humbly pray The fountain of eternal day. That, as the _light_, serenely fair, Illustrates all the tracts of air; The Sacred Spirit so may rest, With quickening beams, upon thy breast. _Parnell._ When Israel of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father’s God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day along the astonish’d lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night Arabia’s crimson’d sands Return’d the fiery column’s glow. And present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosperous day. Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray; And oh, when stoops in Judah’s path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining _light_. _Sir Walter Scott._ O _light_, thy subtle essence who may know? --Ask not, for all things but myself I show. _J. Montgomery._ Almighty Framer of the skies! O let our pure devotion rise Like incense in thy sight! Wrapt in impenetrable shade, The texture of our souls was made, Till thy command gave _light_. _Chatterton._ Awake, arise, thy _light_ is come; The nations that before outshone thee, Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb, The glory of the Lord is on thee! Arise--the Gentiles to thy ray, From ev’ry nook of earth shall cluster; And kings and princes haste to pay Their homage to thy rising lustre. _Moore._ Walk in the _light_! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in _light_ above. Walk in the _light_! and sin, abhorred, Shall ne’er defile again; The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord Shall cleanse from every stain. Walk in the _light_! and thou shalt find, Thy heart made truly His, Who dwells in cloudless _light_ enshrined, In whom no darkness is. Walk in the _light_! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passed away, Because that _light_ hath on thee shone, In which is perfect day. Walk in the _light_! and e’en the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there. Walk in the _light_! and thou shalt be A path, though thorny, bright; For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, And God Himself is _light_! _Barton._