O Lord, the Spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades, if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun:
Thou art my soul’s bright Morning Star,
And Thou my rising Sun.

The opened heavens round me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
When Jesus shows His mercy mine,
And whispers I am His.

My soul would leave this mortal clay
At Thy transporting word-
Caught up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise Thee, Lord.