1 Christ is thy Light, O wand’rer, tempest-tossed!
The beacon-light is pointing to thy rest;
Dark is the night, and rocky is the coast,
But sure it shines above the billow’s crest;
Christ is thy Light!
2 Christ is thy Strength, O faint and weary soul!
Thy strife is vain; embrace without delay
The grace that pleads with thee to make thee whole;
Who by His blood has washed thy sins away;
Christ is thy Strength.
3 Christ is Thy Guide, O pilgrim seeking rest!
He gently bids thee open wide the door
For Him to enter in and be thy guest;
O trust and follow Him forevermore;
Christ is thy Guide.
4 Christ is thy Hope! O cling to self no more,
No more to hopes which flatter and decay,
But to the Rock that stands the tempest’s roar,
On which thy trembling ark will find a stay;
Christ is thy Hope!
5 Christ is thy King! He wore the crown for thee,
A crown of thorns, a diadem so meet;
O bow before His love that made thee free,
And humbly cast thy crown before His feet;
Christ is thy King!