Classic Poem

Our God, our God, thou shinest here,
Thine own this latter day;
To us thy radiant steps appear,
Here leads thy glorious way!

We shine not only with the light
Thou sheddest down of yore;
On us thou streamest strong and bright,
Thy comings are not o'er.

The fathers had not all of thee,
New births are in thy grace;
All open to our souls shall be
Thy glory's hiding-place.

We gaze on thy outgoings bright,
Down cometh thy full power,—
We, the glad bearers of thy light,
This, this thy saving hour!