Life and light for woman . to His tomb, Second Voice. But not long its awful eclipse beneath Lingered the noon-day sun;Nor long neath the darker eclipse of deathLingered Gods holy might not thus detainThe Conqror in slumberous thrall,Nor the grave in its icy fetters restrainThe victorious Lord of the fetters He burstWith His first warm breath,And first-born from the dead,His environments dreadSwept aside and walked forth in His might,Thus life, immortality, bringing to light, For those He atoned for in death !Then higher, and brighter than ever before,From the east to the wes
Life and light for woman . to His tomb, Second Voice. But not long its awful eclipse beneath Lingered the noon-day sun;Nor long neath the darker eclipse of deathLingered Gods holy might not thus detainThe Conqror in slumberous thrall,Nor the grave in its icy fetters restrainThe victorious Lord of the fetters He burstWith His first warm breath,And first-born from the dead,His environments dreadSwept aside and walked forth in His might,Thus life, immortality, bringing to light, For those He atoned for in death !Then higher, and brighter than ever before,From the east to the west, and from shore to shore,Shone out in new beauty the Day;And all earth grew brightIn the beautiful light,And demons slunk cowring to shadows of night;While holy ones sang in full chorus again, Peace upon earth, and good will toward men;The sun rises higher and higher, and nightForever and ever has taken its flight! First Voice. But, Watchman, long ages have since rolled away,And even our race has been asking for Day;—. WHILE HOLY ONES SANG IN FULL CHORUS AGAIN,PEACE UPON EARTH, AND GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN.
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