27. “at Evening time it shall be light.”
by C. F.
Our nation's sun was clouded o'er,When erst he rose at morn;
But soon those beams were hid no more,
Afar the clouds were borne.
We for a while enjoyed his rays
In all their noon-tide power,
Now once again is hid that blaze,
In this our darkest hour.
But freedom's sky shall yet be bright,
“At evening time it shall be light.”
The sun of Liberty shall ne'er
In clouds and darkness set;
Her sons are brave — they know no fear--
And God is with us yet.
We know, whatever may betide,
Be it for good or ill,
It is in mercy He doth chide--
His arm is pow'rful still.
Then strike! for God and for the Right,
“At evening time it shall be light.”
