NOW the stars are lit in heaven, | |
| We must light our lamps on earth; | |
| Every star a signal given | |
| From the God of our new birth: | |
| Every lamp an answer faint, | 5 |
| Like the prayer of mortal Saint. | |
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| Mark the hour and turn this way, | |
| Sons of Israel, far and near! | |
| Wearied with the world’s dim day, | |
| Turn to Him whose eyes are here, | 10 |
| Open, watching day and night, | |
| Beaming unapproachéd light! | |
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| With sweet oil-drops in His hour | |
| Feed the branch of many lights, | |
| Token of protecting power, | 15 |
| Pledg’d to faithful Israelites, | |
| Emblem of the anointed Home, | |
| When the glory deigns to come. | |
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| Watchers of the sacred flame, | |
| Sons of Aaron! serve in fear,— | 20 |
| Deadly is th’ avenger’s aim, | |
| Should th’ unhallowed enter here; | |
| Keen his fires, should recreants dare | |
| Breathe the pure and fragrant air. | |
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| There is One will bless your toil— | 25 |
| He who comes in Heaven’s attire, | |
| Morn by morn, with holy oil; | |
| Eve by eve, with holy fire! | |
| Pray!—your prayer will be allowed, | |
| Mingling with His incense cloud! | 30 |
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