1 Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
O tell, how mean your glories are,
How faint and few, compar'd with his!
2 We sing the bright and morning Star,
Jesus, the spring or light and love:
See, how its rays, diffus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above!
3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled Christian's way;
Still, as he goes, he finds the road
Enlighten'd with a constant day.
4 [Thus when the Eastern magi brought
Their royal gifts, a star appears;
Directs them to the babe they sought,
And guides their steps, and calms their fears.]
5 When shall we reach the heavenly place
Where this bright Star will brightest shine?
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view a luster so divine?
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #163
|First Line:||Ye worlds of light, that roll so near|
|Author:||Benjamin Beddome (1769)|
|Source:||Appeared posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs,1818); A Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship by John Ash and Caleb Evans (Bristol, England: 1769)|