Light of the Gentile Nations

Light of the Gen­tile na­tions

Thy peo­ple’s joy and love

Drawn by Thy Spir­it hi­ther

We glad­ly come to prove

Thy pre­sence in Thy tem­ple

And wait with ear­nest mind

As Si­me­on once had wait­ed

His Sav­ior God to find.

Yes

Lord

Thy serv­ants meet Thee

E’en now

in ev­ery place

Where Thy true Word hath pro­mised

That they should see Thy face.

Thou yet wilt gent­ly grant us

Who ga­ther round Thee here

In faith’s strong arms to bear Thee

As once that ag­èd seer.

Be Thou our joy

our bright­ness

That shines ’mid pain and loss

Our sun in times of ter­ror

The glo­ry round our cross;

A glow in sink­ing spir­its

A sun­beam in dis­tress

Physician

friend in sick­ness;

In death our hap­pi­ness.

Let us

O Lord

be faith­ful

With Si­me­on to the end

That so his dy­ing song may

From all our hearts as­cend;

O Lord

now let Thy serv­ant

Depart in peace for aye

Since I have seen my Sav­ior

Have here be­held His day.

My Sav­ior

I be­hold Thee

Now with the eye of faith;

No foe of Thee can rob me

Though bit­ter words he saith;

Within Thy heart abid­ing

As Thou dost dwell in me

No pain

no death has ter­rors

To part my soul from Thee!