Christ a Sun. Mal. 4. 2; Ps. 84. 11; 2 Pet. 1. 19
W. Gadsby S.M.
1
Jehovah is my Sun;
He shines into my heart;
Though clouds do often interpose,
My Sun shall not depart.
2
This Sun has warmed my soul,
When chilled by sin and death;
Its beams have shone with strength and heat,
And made me strong in faith.
3
Whatever be my frame,
My Sun no change can know;
Though I am dark, he still remains
My light and glory too.
4
Nor death, nor sin, nor hell,
Shall make him cease to shine;
And, though I cannot always feel
His beams, he’s ever mine.
5
’Tis no precarious light
That shines on Zion’s hill;
’Tis God, essential light itself,
And therefore cannot fail.
