Bright Glory Beams

Bright glo­ry beams are shin­ing clear

Around me day by day;

Yet

if alone

my heart might fear

That I might lose the way;

But Je­sus sheds a light di­vine

My soul with hope to cheer;

Till I shall claim the crown as mine

Beyond the reach of fear.

Portentous clouds of grief and doubt

May ov­er­cast my sky;

The Sav­ior’s voice is ring­ing out:

Fear not

fear not

’tis I;

I’ll hold thee in My arms

dear child

Thy feet shall nev­er stray;

Tho’ storms may ga­ther dark and wild

I’m with thee all the way.

I’ll bear thee o’er the deep

cold tide

To yon­der bliss­ful shore

Where trust­ing souls in joy ab­ide

And fears pre­vail no more;

There streams of bliss for­ev­er flow

And light for­ev­er shines;

With love and grace each heart aglow

The glo­ry ne’er de­clines.