1 Peter 1 6 In this you greatly rejoice, though Now for a little while, if though Need be, you’re grieved by divers trials, 7 That your faith’s purity the whiles, More precious than perishing gold, Though tested by the fire blindfold, May be found to praise, honour, glory At time of revelation’s story Of Jesus Christ, 8 whom you’ve not seen, And yet you love. Though now the screen Keeps you from seeing, yet believing, You rejoice with joy of receiving The inexpressible and full Of glory, 9 receiving the wool, The end of your faith, what is more, The salvation at your souls’ door. Uranium, plutonium at last Perish after some half-lives have gone past. But gold and lead, heavy to hand and eye, Remain millennia beneath the sky. Beloved, is my faith of more permanence Than god’s flesh that the heathen count in pence? Praised be, the night work without dreams is done, And the fight of the dusty day is won! Let patience then reward the stumbling feet That dance and whirl despite the lost retreat That beacons always to find hiding place. Let that place be before Your holy face Remaining when all gold has turned to naught, When all faces return to One unbought.
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