258. C. M. Cowper. |The entrance of thy Word giveth Light.|
1 How blest thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,
He views the lustre of thy word,
The day-spring from on high!
2 Through all the storms that veil the skies,
And frown on earthly things,
The Sun of Righteousness doth rise,
With healing on his wings.
3 The soul, a dreary province once
Of Satan's dark domain,
Feels a new empire formed within,
And owns a heavenly reign.
4 The glorious orb, whose golden beams
The fruitful year control,
Since first, obedient to thy word,
He started from the goal, --
5 Has cheered the nations with the joys
His orient rays impart:
But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone
Can shine upon the heart.