It came all clothed in brightness,
This wondrous book of Love;
It cheered my darkened chamber,
With Sunbeams from above.
It bore on angel pinions,
The word of Life to me;
It brought me leaves of healing,
From Life's ambrosial tree.
Its brightness knows no shadow,
For naught but God is there,
Portrayed in matchless mercy,
Which all mankind may share.
'Tis full of dazzling splendor,
That shines from every page;
Agleaming in the darkness,
Of this, and every age.
It points to Life Eternal;—
No other way is found,
That leads to God and Heaven,
From falsehood's treacherous ground.
'Tis "manna" to the hungry;—
And "whosoever will,"
May" freely" take the "Water,"
Of Love, his heart to fill.
The Bread of Life is broken,
To loyal hearts and true;
Reading the "old, old story,"
That ever seemeth new;
And sweet to those who love it;—
To" mortal sense" 'tis gall;
But Truth will change the wormwood,"
For God is "All-in-all."
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