Poems (Dodd)/The Morning Star

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THE MORNING STAR.
Weary I watch, with a restless heart,
Till the solemn hours of night depart;
Till day appears in the east afar,
And brightly there beams the morning star.

Herald of light, when I look on thee,
All shadowy fears from my spirit flee;
As spectres pale at the dawn of day,
From the haunted grave-yard pass away.

Thou art a type of our blessed Lord,
Who calls to those from his fold abroad;
"Come unto me ye that wander far,
For I am the bright and morning star.

"The river of life is full and free,
For all who will seek to follow me;
Where its crystal waves flow gently on,
No sun goes down, and no night shall come.

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"He who has chosen a living faith,
May lean upon it in pain and death;
Fear from his heart shall be banished far,
And I will give him the morning star."[1]

When I look up for some steady beam,
To light me on with its cheering gleam;
When fearful clouds round my pathway roll,
Rise o'er the darkness, star of my soul!

Let not my heart lose that only ray,
Which can illumine life's darksome way;
Let me not wander from thee afar,
O Savior! be thou my morning star!

  1. ↑ Rev. 2: 28.
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