THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION." My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brighter days, And comfort of my nights. In darkest shades if Thou appear, Thou art my soul's sweet morning star, And Thou my rising sun. The opening heavens around me shine, While Jesus shews His heart is mine, And whispers, I am His. My soul would leave this heavy clay T' embrace my dearest Lord. Fearless of hell and ghastly death, The wings of love, and arms of faith, "AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORE CURSE!" THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, But timorous mortals start and shrink And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. Oh! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise; And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes, Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. BELOVED, NOW ARE WE THE SONS OF GOD." BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father hath bestow'd On sinners of a mortal race, 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. |