S. The Day
The Day Behold a streak of ruddy tinge Along those eastern hills!
It crowns them with a glowing fringe, And the horizon fills; And through the higher gloom, from far Descends a cheering ray, It is the bright and Morning Star, The herald of the day!
O come, Thou long-expected King, Lord of all power and might;
Thou surely wilt salvation bring, The reign of Peace and Right! The weary nations in distress Await Thy gracious sway;
O come, thou Sun of Righteousness. To usher in the day!
E. L. Bevir.
