Thou Light of Gentile Nations

Thou light of Gen­tile na­tions

Thou Sav­ior from ab­ove

Drawn by Thy Spir­it’s lead­ing

We come with joy and love

Into Thy holy tem­ple

And wait with ear­nest mind

As Si­me­on once had wait­ed

His God and Lord to find.

Yea

Lord

Thy serv­ants meet Thee

In ev­ery ho­ly place

Where Thy true Word has pro­mised

That we should see Thy face.

Today Thou still dost grant us

Who ga­ther around Thee here

In arms of faith to bear Thee

As did that ag­èd seer.

Be Thou our joy and bright­ness

Our cheer in pain and loss

Our sun in dark­est ter­ror

The glo­ry round our cross

A star for sink­ing spir­its

A bea­con in dis­tress

Physician

friend in sick­ness

In death our hap­pi­ness.

Let us

O Lord

be faith­ful

Like Si­me­on to the end

So that his pray­er ex­ult­ant

May from our hearts as­cend:

O Lord

now let Thy serv­ant

Depart in peace

I pray

Since I have seen my Sav­ior

And here be­held His day.

My Sav­ior

I be­hold Thee

With faith’s en­light­ened eye;

Of Thee no foe can rob me

His threats I can de­fy.

Within Thy heart abid­ing

As Thou

O Lord

in me

Death can no long­er fright­en

Nor part my soul from Thee.

Lord

here on earth Thou seem­est

At times to frown on me

And through my tears I oft­en

Can scarce dis­ting­uish Thee;

But in the heav’n­ly man­sions

Shall no­thing dim my sight;

There shall I see Thy glo­ry

In nev­er-chang­ing light.