Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Sir Robert GrantThe Written Word
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And all the glories of the sky,
Yet shine not to Thy praise, O Lord,
So brightly as Thy written word.
Its truths divine and precepts wise,
In each a heavenly beam I see,
And every beam conducts to Thee.
That all is vanity below,
The sinner roams from comfort far,
And looks in vain for sun or star;
Through all the cheerless darkness shine,
And sweetly to the ravished eye
Disclose the dayspring from on high.
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high,
The radiant chorus of the sky;
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed away.