William Cowper
6,6,8,6
The shining Light.
My former hopes are dead,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.
Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure, a friendly whisper says,
|Flee from the wrath to come.|
I see, or think I see,
A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.
Fore-runner of the sun,
Ps 130:6
It marks the Pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.