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8.6.8.8.6.

1
Eternal Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the soul must be,
When, placed within Thy searching sight,
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live and look on Thee.

2
The spirits that surround Thy throne
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known
A fallen world like this.

3
O how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before the Ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
The uncreated beam?

4
There is a way by which to rise
To that sublime abode:
Christ’s offering and His sacrifice,
The Holy Spirit’s energy,
An Advocate with God.

5
These, these prepare us for the sight
Of holiness above;
The sons of ignorance and night
Shall dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.