1 Bright glory beams are shining clear,
Around me day by day;
Yet, if alone, my heart might fear
That I might lose the way;
But Jesus sheds a light divine,
My soul with hope to cheer;
Till I shall claim the crown as mine,
Beyond the reach of fear.
2 Portentous clouds of grief and doubt
May overcast my sky;
The Savior’s voice is ringing out:
"Fear not, fear not, ’tis I;
I’ll hold thee in My arms, dear child
Thy feet shall never stray;
Tho’ storms may gather dark and wild,
I’m with thee all the way."
3 "I’ll bear thee o’er the deep, cold tide,
To yonder blissful shore,
Where trusting souls in joy abide,
And fears prevail no more;
There streams of bliss forever flow,
And light forever shines;
With love and grace each heart aglow,
The glory ne’er declines."