"Light, more light," the poet cried,
Ere he bowed his head and died;
Light more light, on earth's dark way,
Leading to immortal day.
Long ago, in Holy Land,
Lived there one by God's right hand,—
Never absent from God's sphere,
Though he lived among us here.
To his followers came the word,
They should still be with their Lord:
"Always will I be with you,
Till the world's end be in view."
Light into the world he brought,
Light the sages long had sought;
Light he gave, and Life divine,—
Healing oil and strengthening wine.
Light was with him, ever sure,
Light forever to endure;
Light with us must always be,
If the Truth of God we see.
