God’s Presence is Light in Darkness. Luke 1. 78, 79
I. Watts C.M.
1
My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
2
In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s sweet morning star,
And he my rising sun.
3
The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers I am his.
4
My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To embrace my dearest Lord.
5
Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I’d break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.
