3 Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies When darkness has its curtains drawn, Dispersed through all the earthly street, 4 Thou heaven of heavens, supremely bright, O God of glory, God of love! Thou art the sun that makes our days; Let earth and dust attempt Thy praise! The Lord is my light and my salvation. Ps. xxvii: 1. A-MEN. I My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, He is my soul's sweet morning star, And He my rising sun. The glory of my brightest days, 3 The opening heavens around me And comfort of my nights! 2 In darkest shades, if He appear, My dawning has begun : shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows His heart is mine, And whispers, I am His. 587 Thou shalt rejoice in every good thing which the Lord thy God hath given unto thee. Deut. xxvi: 11. I Summer suns are glowing Over land and sea, Happy light is flowing In the mellow rays, All earth's thousand voices 2 God's free mercy streameth Everywhere unfurled. Broad and deep and glorious As the heaven above, Shines in might victorious His eternal Love. 3 Lord, upon our blindness Make us love Thee more. 4 We will never doubt Thee, Though Thou veil Thy light; Death with Thee is bright. I Watchman, tell us of the night,What its signs of promise are; "Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star?" Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? "Traveller, yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel." 2 Watchman, tell us of the night: Higher yet that star ascends. "Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends." Watchman, will its beams alone |