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Forth I went to men of learning ;
Versed in Scripture-lore were they : But from wise and subtle spirits
Jacob's Star concealed its ray.
They spoke, also, to the blind :
Christ Himself I could not find.
Came I then within the precincts
Of the Temple's holy ground : Sacrificial Fire was burning ;
Radiant brightness gleamed around. Here conceiving of His Presence,
Yet I found Him not at last : Quitting then thy walls, O Salem,
On to Bethlehem I passed.
Lonely through the street I wandered ;
Far and near was heard no sound : All was silent and deserted;
And no passing guide I found. But, at length, I saw above me,
Through the gloom, a bright Star shine :Thus, through seeking and believing,
Christ Himself at last was mine !
Only seek-so shalt thou find Him !
Only faint not, nor despair ;
Which thy God hath kindled there !
Faithful to His teaching live : Light from Heaven above shall guide thee :-
Light from Heaven the Star doth give.
With brighter glory, Easter Sun,
Shine forth upon thy way;
Rose from His grave this day!
When He bowed His Head to die:But now shine forth—thy Master
Has risen up on High !
Earth, in thy tranquil beauty lie
Thy calm blue skies beneath :
Hath burst the gates of death.
Thy mighty rocks were riven. Greet now The newly Living ;
Steeped in soft light from Heaven !
But thou, my soul—how dost thou keep
And celebrate the day When Christ with strong arm left the grave,
And bore its might away ? Bringeth the dawn of Easter
True Easter-joy to thee ;Telleth to all thy gladness
How great this Jubilee?
Out of the deep death-night of sin
Hast thou with Christ arisen ;-
Or art thou still in prison ?
Lying concealed and dead, Doth Easter-Morning bring thee
No glorious Morning-Red ?
O hasten forth—by sin's black night
No longer covered be !
That He might waken thee.
The soul from death would save : To the New Life He calls thee ;
Arise from out thy grave !
See, rich in mercy, He extends
To thee His pierced Hands; And lovingly He sets thee free
From death’s strong icy bands. From Him fear no rebuking
Who waits each soul to bless : Rise to the New Life's rapture
Thy new-found happiness !
Rise quickly to that Life, Q Soul,
For thou hast slept too long !
For life will make thee strong.
Though weak and all untried ; He Who awaked thee walketh
For ever by thy side.
O ponder and consider not
So long, how thou must go ! Such thoughts but make thee more inert,
And thy steps more faint and slow.
Go forth without alarm !
Will bear thee on His Arm.