The
SONG
of
SIMEON
paraphrased
.
By
Mr.
MERRICK
.
'TIS
enough
—
the
hour
is
come
.
Now
within
the
silent
tomb
Let
this
mortal
frame
decay
,
Mingled
with
its
kindred
clay
;
Since
thy
mercies
oft
of
old
By
thy
chosen
seers
foretold
,
Faithful
now
and
stedfast
prove
,
God
of
truth
and
God
of
love
!
Since
at
length
my
aged
eye
Sees
the
day-spring
from
on
high
.
Son
of
righteousness
,
to
thee
Lo
!
the
nations
bow
the
knee
,
And
the
realms
of
distant
kings
Own
the
healing
of
thy
wings
.
Those
whom
death
had
overspread
With
his
dark
and
dreary
shade
,
Lift
their
eyes
,
and
from
afar
Hail
the
light
of
Jacob's
star
;
Waiting
till
the
promis'd
ray
Turn
their
darkness
into
day
.
See
the
beams
intensely
shed
Shine
o'er
Sion's
favour'd
head
.
Never
may
they
hence
remove
,
God
of
truth
and
God
of
love
!