In Thy Realm of Light Above,
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Now the sun at noon of day,

Shines upon the earth below;

And the fields in bright array,

Spread their beauty in its glow; --

Jesus, Lord, when noon controls,

May Thy beauty grace our souls.

Weary, when the noon oppressed,

Thou didst rest upon the well,

And a sinning soul was blest,

As Thy words divinely fell; --

Lord, Thy living water give,

That our thirsting souls may live.

Once at noon, a midnight dread

Blotted out the earth and sky,

For the God-man bowed His head,

And creation saw Him die; --

May Thy death our dying be,

May we rise, O Christ, with Thee.

In Thy realm of light above,

Rising suns, nor setting, shine;

Thou, Thyself, O Lord of Love,

Ceaseless pour'st Thy light divine; --

Lord, where noontide shines alway

Bring our souls, we humbly pray.

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