Not yet the dawn—the things around
No human eye sees as they are;
But still on earth are watchers found,
Absorbed with Christ, the Morning Star.
There’s nothing left to fix the gaze,
But this one blessed orb of light;
And oh, how purely beam its rays
Athwart the dark and wintry night!
What though the darkness reign below?
God and the Lamb, to us, are light;
Thyself, Ο God of hope, we know.
The day is thine, and thine the night.
A little while! and ere the day
In all its splendor shall be shown,
The vigil-keepers, rapt away.
Shall find thy glory, Lord, their own.