We thank thee, O Great Alleuher, for a prophet, one to teach us in
this day.
All glitt'ring in thy truth of light, shining along our misty way.
We whose minds are sealed over, and are driven far away,
Come seeking unto Zion's light in the evening time of day.
The Lord of hosts in these mountains, O his gracious power,
Comes scatt'ring the aged long night, he is our refuge in every hour.
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