1 Eternal Beam of light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love,
in whom the Father’s glories shine,
through earth beneath, and heav'n above:
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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?
|First Line:||Eternal Beam of light divine|
|Title:||Eternal Beam of Light Divine|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1739)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: Rock of Ages|