My God, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,

The comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,

My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,

And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his mercy mine,

And whispers I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay

At that transporting word,

And run with joy the shining way

To meet my dearest Lord.