Through Heavens Clear Arch The Echoes Ra


Thro’ heav’n’s clear arch the echoes rang,
As morning stars together sang;
And nature fresh from chaos woke,
When on her ear the chorus broke,
As her Almighty Maker spoke,
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”

From star to star the watchword flies;
Each shouts it onward thro’ the skies;
From out the chaos grim and black
It speeds along its shining track,
Till earth the echo answers back,
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”
“Let there be light!”

Tel sons of morn with lasting song,
Will ever pass the word along;
And waking men with rapture thrill,
For, breaking o’er each eastern hill,
The early dawn is shouting still,
“Let there be light!”

The soul may feel the heavy blight
Of deepest ignorance and night;
Yet may the densest cloud be riven,
And back the darkness may be driven,
By that command which God has given,
“Let there be light!”