John Pierpont

(1785-1866 / the United States)

Hymns And Odes For Charity Occasions Vii - Poem by John Pierpont

Father of lights! we bless each ray
Shot from thy throne to lead the blind;
With song we hail the holy day
That's dawning on the youthful mind.

Gone is the gloom! the cold eclipse,
In which the ignorant at thee gaze,
Has passed; and now from infant lips
Art thou, O God, 'perfecting praise.'

Bishop of souls, whose arms were spread,
To clasp and bless such little ones,
On these be thine own spirit shed,
That they may be thy Father's sons!

Friends of the young, whose toils are o'er,
Taste ye in heaven a purer bliss,
Or one that now ye cherish more,
Than that which comes from days like this?

Author of life! when death's cold hand
Is gently on our eyelids pressed,
May sorrowing children round us stand,-
The children whom our cares have blessed.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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