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Grandly isolate as the god of day --
Blazing an orbit through the dank and gloom / Of misty morning, far and fair you loom, / Flooding the dimness with your golden ray --
Cheering the mantled on the thorn-set way, / Teaching of Faith and Hope o'er the tomb, / Where both, though buried, spring to newer bloom --
Strengthened and sweet from the mound of decay.
Soft! strains of Sanctus we lift on the air, / Ere Nunc Dimittus at last shall be sung, / Sing we our Sanctus to fitly declare / Blessings that well up from hearts sorely wrung.
Lead, lead us on o'er the furthermost stair --
Light of our impotence! Joy of our tongue!