Christian Songs, Song XVIII

Tho' loads of guilt oppress my soul, And make me to complain; Tho' floods of sorrows on me roll, And cause me cry for pain;

2 Tho' wretched and distress'd I am, All darkness and all fear; And tho' I see myself shut out From life, and hell appear;

3 One ray of light, shot from the sun Of righteousness, can warm My frozen soul, restore the day, And all my fears disarm.

'Tis his to bring reviving warmth, Where coldness sat before, And usher in the day on those Who mourn'd in darkness sore.

5 Thus light'ned, I lift my head, And cast my eyes around, With joy behold the glorious scenes Which in the day abound.

6 I'm pleas'd, and happy, and lay down To bask me in his rays; And wish no intervening cloud May hide him from my eyes.