O God My Sun Thy Blissful Rays
Hope in Darkness
I. God is my sun, his blissful rays
Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart!
How dark, how mournful, are my days,
If his enliv’ning beams depart!
II. Scarce through the shades, a glimpse of day
Appears to these desiring eyes;
But shall my drooping spirit say,
The chearful morn will never rise?
III. O let me not despairing mourn,
Though gloomy darkness spreads the sky;
My glorious sun will yet return,
And night with all its horrors fly.
IV. Hope, in the absence of my Lord,
Shall be my taper; sacred light,
Kindled at his celestial word,
To cheer the melancholy night!
V. 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.