Bunyan - BR75 B88d 1793

XIX. Meditations upon the Day bifore the Sun-rijing, BUT all this. while, where's he whofe golden rays Drives night away, and beautifies our days? 'Where's he whofe goodly face doth warm and heal, And thew us what the dar;kfome nights conceal? Where's he that thaws our ice, drives co~d away t ., Let's have him., or we care not for the day. ·Thus 'tis with thofe who are poffeft of grace, There's nought to them like their Redeem. er's face, XX. OJ