1 Oh Thou who art my light, my hope,
My Savior and my all,
I feel Thy truth within my heart,
I hear Thy gracious call.

2 Thy word like precious ointment spreads
Sweet fragrance through my mind,
In all my frame, so cold before,
A sacred warmth I find.

3 Though foes beset on every side,
And earthly friends forsake,
Here I can find a resting place,
Of solid peace partake.

4 Let Europe’s sons to India’s shores,
This sacred volume send;
Spread far abroad its genial rays,
Till time its course shall end.