Joy of my Life While Left Me Here!
Joy of my life while left me here!
And still my love!
How in thy absence thou dost steer
Me from above!
A life well led
This truth commends,
With quick or dead
It never ends.
Stars are of mighty use; the night
Is dark, and long;
The road foul; and where one goes right,
Six may go wrong.
One twinkling ray,
Shot o’er some cloud,
May clear much away,
And guide a crowd.
God’s saints are shining lights: who stays
Here long must pass
O’er dark hills, swift streams, and steep ways
As smooth as glass;
But these all night,
Like candles, shed
Their beams, and light
Us into bed.
They are, indeed, our pillar—fires,
Seen as we go;
They are that city’s shining spires
We travel to:
A swordlike gleam
Kept man for sin
First
out
; this beam
Will guide them
in.
