546    S.M.     W. Gadsby
Christ a Sun. Mal. 4. 2; Ps. 84. 11; 2 Pet. 1. 19

1 Jehovah is my Sun;
  He shines into my heart;
  Though clouds do often interpose,
  My Sun shall not depart.

2 This Sun has warmed my soul,
  When chilled by sin and death;
  Its beams have shone with strength and heat,
  And made me strong in faith.

3 Whatever be my frame,
  My Sun no change can know;
  Though I am dark, he still remains
  My light and glory too.

4 Nor death, nor sin, nor hell,
  Shall make him cease to shine;
  And, though I cannot always feel
  His beams, he’s ever mine.

5 ’Tis no precarious light
  That shines on Zion’s hill;
  ’Tis God, essential light itself,
  And therefore cannot fail.