Excerpt from The Apocalypse by John Newton Brown

johnnewtonbrownWhen on the holy mount, a little space,
We saw his glory, and admired his grace.
Hear, ye that love Him, while the tale I tell,
or what that memorable hour befel.
Till every circumstance be so portrayed
On memory’s tablet, that it cannot fade.
Hear, ye that love Him ; for your suffering lot,
Throughout all time, by Him is not forgot —
For his name’s sake, we bear, and murmur not.
Nor space remote, nor distant ages, sever
Those links of love that bind our hearts forever.

by John Newton Brown


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