Oh Thou Who Art My Light, My Hope

Oh Thou who art my light

my hope

My Sav­ior and my all

I feel Thy truth with­in my heart

I hear Thy gra­cious call.

Thy word like pre­cious oint­ment spreads

Sweet frag­rance through my mind

In all my frame

so cold be­fore

A sac­red warmth I find.

Though foes be­set on ev­ery side

And earth­ly friends for­sake

Here I can find a rest­ing place

Of so­lid peace par­take.

Let Eur­ope’s sons to In­dia’s shores

This sac­red vol­ume send;

Spread far abroad its ge­ni­al rays

Till time its course shall end.