Christ Is Thy Light

Christ is thy light

O wan­d’rer

tem­pest tossed!

The bea­con light is point­ing to thy rest;

Dark is the night

and roc­ky is the coast

But sure it shines above the bil­low’s crest;

Christ is thy light!

Christ is thy strength

O faint and wea­ry soul!

Thy strife is vain; em­brace with­out de­lay

The grace that pleads

With thee to make thee whole;

Who by His blood has washed thy sins away;

Christ is thy strength!

Christ is thy guide

O pil­grim seek­ing rest!

He gent­ly bids thee op­en wide the door

For Him to en­ter in and be thy guest;

O trust and fol­low Him for­ev­er­more;

Christ is thy guide!

Christ is thy hope! O cling to self no more

No more to hopes which flat­ter and de­cay

But to the Rock that stands the tem­pest’s roar

On which thy trem­bling ark will find a stay;

Christ is thy hope!

Christ is thy king! He wore the crown for thee

A crown of thorns

a dia­dem so meet;

But bow be­fore His love that made thee free

And hum­bly cast thy crown be­fore His feet;

Christ is thy king!