Maker of All, Eternal King
Now the shrill cock proclaims the day,
and calls the sun’s awakening ray,
the wandering pilgrim’ guiding light,
that marks the watches night by night.
New hope his clarion note awakes,
sickness the feeble frame forsakes,
the robber sheathes his lawless sword,
faith to fallen is restored.
Faith to fallen is restored
The line resolutely pushes past the many clouds upon my heart.
Three days to Christmas.
The sun begins to rise!
Beautiful
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The line had a wee light and that light shone out. It shone when the clouds were thickest. Faith to fallen is restored
May this grace be for all.
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