“At evening time it shall be light.” Zech. 14. 7
W. Gadsby 7s
1
What am I, and where am I?
Strange myself and paths appear;
Scarce can lift a thought on high,
Or drop one heart-feeling tear.
2
Yet I feel I’m not at home,
But know not which way to move:
Lest I farther yet should roam
From the Object of my love.
3
Some small glimmering light I have,
Yet too dark to see my way;
Jesus’ presence still I crave;
When, O when will it be day?
4
Is the evening time at hand?
Will it then indeed be light?
Will the sun its beams extend –
Chase away the shades of night?
5
Will the Lord indeed appear,
Give me light, and joy, and rest,
Drive away my gloomy fear,
Draw me to his lovely breast?
6
Then his love is rich and free;
Jesus, let me feel its power,
And my soul will cling to thee,
Love and praise thee and adore.
