The Bright and Morning Star (Grafton)

A pil­grim and a strang­er

I jour­ney on my way;

I seek thro’ tri­bu­la­tion

The light of per­fect day.

Thro’ thickest gloom and dark­ness

I see a gleam afar;

It beck­ons ev­er up­ward

The bright and morn­ing star.

That bright

bright

star

By faith I see;

Behold Him high in glo­ry

To in­ter­cede for me.

Tho’ oft my feet are wea­ry

So long and rough the road

One stands be­side me

pa­tient

And shares my hea­vy load.

My faith can nev­er fail me

The while I see afar

In all its ra­di­ant beau­ty

The bright and morn­ing star.

My bea­con nev­er fails me

Tho’ long and drear the night

Tho’ clouds around me dark­en

They can not hide its light.

Courage

the day is dawn­ing

For lo! I see afar

In all its ra­di­ant beau­ty

The bright and morn­ing star.

It guides me to the ci­ty

With twelve foun­da­tions fair

Whose wall is pur­est jas­per

And set with jew­els rare.

A grand un­tem­pled ci­ty

Revealed to John of old

Whose gates of pearl are num­bered

And streets are paved with gold.