" THE dawn of day is breaking,
Behold! it streaks the sky,
And hearts for Him are waking,
Who soon shall fill each eye;
Soon! soon! in brightness beaming,
" The day-star " shall appear,
With glory round Him streaming,
His joyful shout we'll hear.
Our eyes are looking onward,
To see the One we love;
Our feet are pressing forward,
To tread those courts above;
Our hearts do leap with pleasure,
As nearer comes the day,
When love, beyond all measure,
Shall beckon us away.
There " face to face," beholding
The One who came to die,
His glory all unfolding
Before each raptured eye,
With nothing there to hinder
The heart's deep full employ,
But all to call forth wonder,
And ceaseless bursts of joy.
There on His bosom resting,
Oh! deep and full repose,
No more a time of testing-
No more to meet our foes;
But there, in brightest glory,
To gaze upon His face,
And ever tell that story-
" The glory of His grace."
February, 1883. W. F.