John Bunyan (Джон Баньян)

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. Love Inducin Christian Conduct
2. To the Reader
3. Of the Boy and the Butterfly
4. Author's Apology for His Book
5. Upon the Thief

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