Friday, 20 December 2013


If life around seems grim
With all-embracing dark;
If Christians’ light grows dim
And gutters to a spark
Lift up your eyes and see afar
The shining of the Morning Star.

And mid His faithful saints
The love of Christ gives light
Excluding Satan’s feints
To lead them into night;
Within the heart of every one
Shines gloriously the risen Sun.

His sweetness does not cloy
But makes our spirits full;
He makes our souls enjoy
The principle of rule;
His warmth surrounds with its embrace
Suffusing all our hearts with grace.

And His assembly shines
With God’s own glory’s rays:
The Spirit’s wise designs
Will soon appear in day
But in the night she rules for Him
Whose light towards her is never dim.

Where Light which has no taints
Has once, in beauty, been
Now all Christ’s chosen saints
Are lights in a dark scene:
While patiently His people wait
With variant lights they scintillate.

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