THE "LIGHT OF THE NATIONS."
By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle
BY MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE. O "LIGHT OF THE NATIONS," thy splendor supernal
Still flashes o'er earth with its kindling ray,
As it shines from the throne of the Father Eternal,
And turns the dark night to a glorious day. O "Light of the Nations," how blest and how glorious
The bright Star of Bethlehem shone at thy birth;
Let me dwell 'neath the blaze of thy gospel victorious,
Till the folds of thy banner encompass the earth. O "Light of the Nations," how bright was thy dawning,
How fair shone thy light in the orient sky,
When the bright Sun of Righteousness rose in the morning,
To glory more fair as the ages go by. But, oh, the glad light from thy sepulcher beaming
Which scattered the darkness and terrible gloom!
And, oh, the bright glory in radiance streaming,
As Christ the Redeemer arose from the tomb. O "Light of the Nations," soon, soon in thy glory,
Once more thou shalt visit the children of men.
Oh, herald the tidings, proclaim the glad story,
The "Light of the Nations" returneth again.