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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