1 O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays
Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart!
How dark, how mournful are my days,
If his enliv'ning beams depart!
2 Scarce thro' the shades, a glimpse of day,
Appears to these desiring eyes!
But shall my drooping spirit say,
The chearful morn will never rise?
3 O let me not despairing mourn,
Tho' gloomy darkness spreads the sky;
My glorious Sun will yet return,
And night with all its horrors fly.
4 O for the bright the joyful day,
When hope shall in assurance die!
So tapers lose their feeble ray,
Beneath the Sun's refulgent eye.
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First Line: | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays |
Title: | The Hope, which is the Anchor of the Soul |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Hope, that maketh not Ashamed: a Hope full of Immortality |
Source: | Rippon's Coll. |