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COME NOT, O LORD! by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: COME NOT, O LORD! IN THE DREAD ROBE OF SPLENDOUR
Last Line: OH! TURN UPON US THE MILD LIGHT OF THY LOVE!
Subject(s): JEWS; RELIGION; JUDAISM; THEOLOGY;

I.

COME not, O Lord! in the dread robe of splendour
Thou wor'st on the Mount, in the day of thine ire,
Come veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender,
Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire!

II.

Lord! Thou rememberest the night, when thy nation
Stood fronting her foe by the red-rolling stream;
On Egypt thy pillar frown'd dark desolation,
While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam.

III.

So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee,
From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove;
While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold Thee,
Oh! turn upon us the mild light of thy love!



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