The Clouded Heaven

Judith Bingham

Be with me Lord, and speed me on my way,
Thou who didst speed the way of the Wise men by the leading of a star.
I could not lightly pass through the same gateways,
Sleep where they had slept, wake where they waked.
I was the Dreamer, they the Dream.
If thy Presence go not with me,
Let the stars come out the clouded heaven.
Blot out O Lord as a thick cloud of night our transgressions,
And bring us safely home again.

Lancelot Andrewes (1555-1626) and William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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