Eternal Beam of Light Divine,

Fountain of unexhausted love,

In whom the Father’s glories shine,

Through earth beneath, and heaven above!

Jesu! the weary wanderer’s rest;

Give me Thy easy yoke to bear,

With steadfast patience arm my breast,

With spotless love and lowly fear.

Thankful I take the cup from Thee,

Prepared and mingled by Thy skill;

Though bitter to the taste it be,

Powerful the wounded soul to heal.

Be Thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh:

So shall each murmuring thought be gone,

And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,

As clouds before the midday sun.

Speak to my warring passions, “Peace;”

Say to my trembling heart, “Be still:”

Thy power my strength and fortress is,

For all things serve Thy sovereign will.

O Death, where is thy sting? where now

Thy boasted victory, O Grave?

Who shall contend with God; or who

Can hurt whom God delights to save?