AUTHOR of light, revive my dying sprite! Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night! Lord, light me to Thy blessed way! For blind with worldly vain desires, I wander as a stray. Sun and moon, stars and under-lights I see; But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness, being compared to Thee. Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure! Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleanness pure! One drop of Thy desired grace The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place. Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage. But God His own will guard, an their sharp pains and grief in time assuage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |