Poem by John Bunyan

Meditation upon the Day before the Sun Rising

But all this while, where's he whose golden rays
Drives night away and beautifies our days?
Where's he whose goodly face doth warm and heal,
And show us what the darksome nights conceal?
Where's he that thaws our ice, drives cold away?
Let's have him, or we care not for the day.
Thus 'tis with who partakers are of grace,
There's nought to them like their Redeemer's face. 

1. The Operation of Faith
2. To the Reader
3. How Graces Are to Be Obtained
4. Of the Love of Christ
5. Upon Fire

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