Written in Distress of Mind

Wrapt in awful midnight's gloom, Lord, I lift my eyes to thee— Light of life, descending come, Break my chain, and set me free.

By thy voice dispel the anguish Which pervades my guilty soul; Saviour look, nor let me languish— Speak the word, and make me whole.

Friend of wretched sinners, hear me— Wipe the trembling mourner's tear; Prove that thou art ever near me; Scatter ev'ry guilty fear.

Thou whose first creating power Pour'd thy light upon the earth, Shine in this tremenduous hour, And attest my second birth.

Glorious star, upon me dawning, (Sweet presage of brightest day), Bring the blessings of the morning, Smile, and shine my doubts away.

Come with healing on my spirit, Sun of righteousness arise; Now display thy saving merit, Grant me faith to grasp the prize.