Eternal Beam of Light Divine

Eternal Beam of light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love,
in whom the Father’s glories shine,
through earth beneath, and heav'n above:

Jesus, the weary wand'rer’s rest,
give me thine easy yoke to bear,
with steadfast patience arm my breast,
with spotless love and holy fear.

Thankful, I take the cup from thee,
prepared and mingled by thy skill,
though bitter to the taste it be,
pow'rful the wounded soul to heal.

Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh;
so shall each murm'ring thought be gone,
and grief and fear and care shall fly,
ss clouds before the mid-day sun.

Speak to my warring passions, “Peace”'
day to my wounded heart, “Be still!”
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
and all things serve thy sovereign will.

O death, where is thy sting? Where now
thy boasted victory, O grave?
Who shall contend with God? or who
can hurt whom God delights to save?