Look, look, brave Sol doth peep up from beneath, <br />Shows us his golden face, doth on us breathe; <br />He also doth compass us round with glories, <br />Whilst he ascends up to his highest stories. <br />Where he his banner over us displays, <br />And gives us light to see our works and ways. <br />Nor are we now, as at the peep of light, <br />To question, is it day, or is it night? <br />The night is gone, the shadows fled away, <br />And we now most sure are that it is day. <br />Our eyes behold it, and our hearts believe it; <br />Nor can the wit of man in this deceive it. <br />And thus it is when Jesus shows his face, <br />And doth assure us of his love and grace.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-rising-of-the-sun/
