Light of the world! forever, ever… There is no change in Thee; True Light of life, all joy and h… Thou canst not fade nor flee. Thou hast arisen, but Thou descen…

Far down the ages now, Her journey well nigh done, The pilgrim Church pursues her wa… And longs to reach her crown. No wider is the gate,

He liveth long who liveth well; All other life is short and vain; He liveth longest who can tell Of living most for heavenly gain. He liveth long who liveth well;

Upward where the stars are burning… Silent, silent in their turning Round the never changing pole; Upward where the sky is brightest, Upward where the blue is lightest,

Abide in Him, abide In Christ the Crucified: He liveth and was dead, Him angel hosts adore, He is creation’s Head,

Come, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long looked for day; O why these years of waiting here, These ages of decay? Come, for Thy saints still wait;

I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my Shepherd’s voic… I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child,

’Tis he whose every thought and de… By rule of virtue moves; Whose generous tongue disdains to… The thing his heart disproves. Who never did a slander forge

I lay my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus,

Help me, my God, to speak True words to Thee each day, True let my voice be when I prais… And trustful when I pray. Thy words are true to me,

O Everlasting Light, Shine graciously within; Brightest of all on earth that’s b… Come shine away my sin. O Everlasting Truth,

No, not despairingly come I to Th… No, not distrustingly bend I the… Sin hath gone over me, yet is this… Jesus hath died. Ah! mine iniquity crimson hath bee…

I know not when the Lord will com… Or at what hour He may appear, Whether at midnight or at morn, Or at what season of the year. I only know that He is near,

Lord, give me light to do Thy wor… For only, Lord, from Thee Can come the light, by which these… The work of truth can see. The way is narrow, often dark,

The Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. How long, O Lord our God,