722    7s     W. Gadsby
“At evening time it shall be light.” Zech. 14. 7

1 What am I, and where am I?
  Strange myself and paths appear;
  Scarce can lift a thought on high,
  Or drop one heart-feeling tear.

2 Yet I feel I’m not at home,
  But know not which way to move:
  Lest I farther yet should roam
  From the Object of my love.

3 Some small glimmering light I have,
  Yet too dark to see my way;
  Jesus’ presence still I crave;

4 Is the evening time at hand?
  Will it then indeed be light?
  Will the sun its beams extend –
  Chase away the shades of night?

5 Will the Lord indeed appear,
  Give me light, and joy, and rest,
  Drive away my gloomy fear,
  Draw me to his lovely breast?

6 Then his love is rich and free;
  Jesus, let me feel its power,
  And my soul will cling to thee,
  Love and praise thee and adore.