Heavenly Sunshine

“Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun.”—Eccles. 11:7.

Creation’s light, how sweet indeed!
But sweeter light divine;
Beneath its soothing, cheering rays
My soul would e’er recline;
Without a cloud to intercept
Its ever-shining rays:
My soul would feast on heavenly food,
And tune itself to praise.

The light which shines from Jesus, forth,
Is light divine and true;
It gives to all on which it shines
A glorious, heavenly hue;
It pierces e’en the clouds of woe
Which cover oft the soul,
And lightens up the tear-dimmed eye
With joy unspeakable.

‘Tis this which gladdens even heaven,
No other light is there;
The glory of the risen Lamb illumes the city fair.
Ο light divine, diffuse thy rays
Within this heart of mine,
Unfolding more of Him I love,
And giving joy divine!
A. M.