But all this while, where's he whose golden rays
Drives night away and beautifies our days,
Where's he whose goodly face doth warm and heal
And shows us what the darksome nights conceal,
where's he that thaws our ice, drives cold away
Let's have him, or we not care for the day,
Thus'tis with who partakers are the grace
There's nought to them like their Redeemer's face.
BY
(JOHN BUNYAN)
