I

O Light of lights around my pathway shining,

Brighter than day;

Sun of my soul, Thy orb hath no declining,

No lessening ray;—

No solemn twilight tells of coming night,

Thou art eternal noon, O Light of light.

II

Blind in the night, I vainly sighed and sorrowed,

Groping for day;

Cheer from the borrowed light of earth I borrowed,

That died away;

But morning dawned, O glorious and bright,

And Thou hast filled my soul, O Light of light.

III

Bright be Thy beams when other lights are dying,

Light from on high;

Laden with joy, when earthly joys are lying

Withered and dry;—

Light of my life, my joy in earthly sorrow,

Chase Thou the gloom, and bring the glad to-morrow.