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8l3 The stars, the beautiful stars!


They veil their lights by day,
El Their feeble rays before the blaze
a Which dazzles them away; c
aat And in his great strength, the sun


Goes singly forth his race TO run.
.l To whom the Lord, from heaven,
fash Reveals his face divine,
fa The angeLband unseen do stand,
4a No longer meet to shine;
~ Before the rising God they bow,
While light doth gather o'er His brow.


The stars, the beautiful stars a E
l4a' They gem the brow Of night,
And when the day hath sped away
ast We look 10 them for light;
9a3s sWhilethrough the thickest darkest streams
Their pear'y light, in silver beams.
'di Thus, when the King Of Glory "'
~ Hath bowed his head and died,


Do prophets bright in ghostly might,


Shine radiant, far and wide;
81 Like mirrors sparkling in the blaze,
'l1s OF Jesus in His cloudless days.


Philadelphia, July, lS46. I'M