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.
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.
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.