It was not the
sun, there being no dazzle; it was not the moon, but a clearness as of
noonday. The whole Temple shed forth a lustre as if it were built of
some celestial substance. The marble, the precious stones, the gold,
seemed changed into light--light, pure, calm, and consolidated into
form. It radiated from the throne, and from Him who sat upon it. "Around
His head was as the colors of the rainbow, and under His feet was a
paved work of pure gold in color like amber."
Hark! the music! How it fills the Temple, how it thrills the souls
assembled. A thousand instruments blend in exquisite harmony, ten
thousand voices join in the song:
"The earth hath travailed and brought forth her strength,
And truth is established in her bowels;
And the heavens have smiled upon her;
And she is clothed with the glory of her God;
For He stands in the midst of His people.
Glory, and honor, and power, and might
Be ascribed to our God; for He is full of mercy,
Justice, grace, and truth, and peace,
Forever and ever, Amen.
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