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<h2>HE IS GONE, A CLOUD OF LIGHT</h2>
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<p><h3>“He was taken up; and a cloud received Him out of their sight.” Acts 1:9</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_t_stanley_ap.jpg" alt="Arthur Penrhyn Stanley (1815-1881)" width="136" height="184"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stanley_ap.html" target="_blank">Arthur Penrhyn Stanley</a>, <em>circa</em> 1859.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Stanley,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a> (1838-1896) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_stanley.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_barnby_j.jpg" alt="Joseph Barnby (1838-1896)" width="130" height="140"></td>
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<p>He is gone—a cloud of light<br>
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Has received Him from our sight;<br>
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High in heav’n, where eye of men<br>
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Follows not, nor angels’ ken;<br>
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Through the veils of time and space,<br>
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Passed into the holiest place;<br>
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All the toil, the sorrow done,<br>
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All the battle fought and won.</p>
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<p>He is gone—and we remain<br>
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In this world of sin and pain:<br>
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In the void which He has left<br>
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On this earth, of Him bereft.<br>
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We have still His work to do,<br>
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We can still His path pursue;<br>
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Seek Him both in friend and foe,<br>
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In ourselves His image show.</p>
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<p>He is gone—we heard Him say,<br>
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“Good that I should go away,”<br>
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Gone is that dear form and face,<br>
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But not gone His present grace;<br>
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Though Himself no more we see,<br>
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Comfortless we cannot be:<br>
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No, His Spirit still is ours,<br>
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Quickening, freshening all ours powers.</p>
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<p>He is gone—towards their goal<br>
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World and church must onward roll;<br>
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Far behind we leave the past;<br>
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Forward are our glances cast:<br>
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Still His words before us range<br>
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Through the ages as they change:<br>
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Wheresoe’er the truth shall lead,<br>
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He will give whate’er we need.</p>
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<p>He is gone—but we once more<br>
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Shall behold Him as before;<br>
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In the heaven of heavens the same,<br>
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As on earth He went and came;<br>
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In the many mansions there,<br>
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Place for us He will prepare;<br>
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In that world unseen, unknown,<br>
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He and we shall yet be one.</p>
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<p>He is gone—but not in vain,<br>
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Wait until He comes again:<br>
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He is risen, He is not here,<br>
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Far above this earthly sphere;<br>
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Evermore in heart and mind<br>
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There our peace in Him we find:<br>
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To our own eternal Friend,<br>
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Thitherward let us ascend.</p>
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