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PAUL PREACHING AT ATHENS.
But brighter tidings still!
He tells of One whose precious blood was spilt,
In lavish streams upon Judea’s hill,
A ransom for your guilt,—
Who triumphed o’er the grave, and broke its chain;
Who conquered Death and Hell, and rose again.
He tells of One whose precious blood was spilt,
In lavish streams upon Judea’s hill,
A ransom for your guilt,—
Who triumphed o’er the grave, and broke its chain;
Who conquered Death and Hell, and rose again.
Sages of Greece! come near—
Spirits of daring thought and giant mould.
Ye questioners of Time and Nature, hear
Mysteries before untold!
Immortal life revealed! light for which ye
Have tasked in vain your proud philosophy.
Spirits of daring thought and giant mould.
Ye questioners of Time and Nature, hear
Mysteries before untold!
Immortal life revealed! light for which ye
Have tasked in vain your proud philosophy.
Searchers for some first cause,
’Midst doubt and darkness—lo! he points to One,
Where all your vaunted reason, lost, must pause,
And faint to think upon,—
That was from everlasting, that shall be
To everlasting still, eternally.
’Midst doubt and darkness—lo! he points to One,
Where all your vaunted reason, lost, must pause,
And faint to think upon,—
That was from everlasting, that shall be
To everlasting still, eternally.
Ye followers of him
Who deemed his soul a spark of Deity!
Your fancies fade,—your master’s dreams grow dim
To this reality.
Stoic! unbend that brow, drink in that sound!
Skeptic! dispel those doubts, the Truth is found.
Who deemed his soul a spark of Deity!
Your fancies fade,—your master’s dreams grow dim
To this reality.
Stoic! unbend that brow, drink in that sound!
Skeptic! dispel those doubts, the Truth is found.
