Heavenly Light

O pre­cious flow­ers! O glo­ri­ous bow­ers!

O blest

im­mor­tal bloom;

How won­drous bright must be the light

Beyond death’s chill­ing gloom.

O beau­ti­ful heav’n­ly light

So won­der­ful

pure and bright;

Point me still to Zi­on’s hill

Beautiful heav’n­ly light.

O land di­vine

such wealth of thine

Comes down my soul to cheer;

Though tan­gled thorn my heart hath torn

Still

still thy light is near.

The fogs may rise to dim the skies

And night’s chill dews may fall;

Through ev­ery ill

my soul

be still:

Christ reign­eth ov­er all.

O keep me still

by thy good will;

Yea

lead me all the way

To that blest shore where night no more

Shall veil the brow of day.