An Easter Thought

The splendor of the setting sun
With blessing shines on labor done;
With no regret dies day from sight
Into the calm, sweet peace of night,
For consciousness that it shall rise,
And glory once more fill its skies.
The light of day through night is still
Following the sun, his way and will;
The light is ever shining on
The earth that turning seeks the sun.

Ah! may the Sun of Righteousness,
My labors o'er, my dying bless;
And when the light has left my day,
And in death's night my form shall stay,
Then may my soul still keep in sight
Her living Source, her King's fair light,
And follow on the heavenly ray
Till lost in bliss of "perfect day,"
That ever lasts, is ever bright,
Where soul and body reunite,
Resplendent in that land of love,
Where dwells the Lamb, "the light thereof."