1011    C.M.     Isaac Watts
God’s Presence is Light in Darkness. Luke 1. 78, 79

1 My God, the spring of all my joys,
  The life of my delights,
  The glory of my brightest days,
  And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades if he appear,
  He is my soul’s sweet morning star,
  And he my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
  With beams of sacred bliss,
  While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
  And whispers I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
  At that transporting word,
  Run up with joy the shining way,
  To embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
  I’d break through every foe;
  The wings of love and arms of faith
  Should bear me conqueror through.