IS YOUR LAMP BURNJNG ?

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume VIII, Issue 234, 29 September 1873, Page 4

IS YOUR LAMP BURNJNG ?

Say, is your lamp burning, my brother ? I pray you look quickly and see; For if it were burning, then surely Some beams would fall brightly on me. Straight, straight is the road, bat I falter And often fall out by the way; Then lift your lamp higher, my brother, Lest I should make fatal delay. There are many and many around you Ti ho follow wherever you go; If yo ■ thought that they walked in a shadow, Your lamp would burn higher, I know. Upon the dark mountains they stumble; '1 hey are bruised on the rocks, and they lie With their white pleading faces turned upward To the clouds of the pitiful sky. There is many a lamp that is lighted: We behold them anear and afar; But not many of them, my brother, Shine steadily on like a star. I think, were they trimmed night and morning, They would never burn down or go out, Though from the four quarters of heaven The winds were all blowing about. If once all the lamps that are lighted; Should steadily blaze in a line, Wide oyer the land and the ocean, What a girdle of glory would shine ! How all the dark places would brighten; How the mists would roll up and away ! How the earth would laugh out in her gladness To hail the millennial day ! Say, is your lamp burning, my brother? I pray you look quickly and see, For if it were burning, then surely Some beams would fall brightly on me.