Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Reginald HeberThe Seeing Eye
T
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of sight;
There is an arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.
That eye is fix’d on seraph throngs,
That ear is filled with angels’ songs,
That arm upholds the worlds on high,
That Love is throned beyond the sky.