The Sun Of Righteousness On Me


The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath risen with healing in his wings:
Withered my nature’s strength, from thee
My soul its life and succor brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

Contented now, upon my thigh
I halt till life’s short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I
On thee alone for strength depend:
Nor have I power from thee to move:
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey;
Hell, earth, and sin with ease o’ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart, fly home
To all eternity, to prove
Thy nature and thy name is Love.