THERE IS A WAY FOR MAN TO RISE.
Eternal Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the soul must be,
When placed within thy searching sight
It shrinks not—but with calm delight,
Can live, and look on Thee. The spirits that surround Thy throne,
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
For they have never, never known,
A fallen world like this. O, how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before the Ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
That uncreated beam! There is a way for man to rise
To that sublime abode,
An offering and a sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit's energies,
An Advocate with God. These—these, prepare us for the sight
Of majesty above,
The sons of ignorance and night,
Can stand in the "eternal light,"
Through the eternal "love."