1 MY God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest shades, if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun:
Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,
And Thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,
If Jesus shows His mercy mine,
And whispers I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
To meet my dearest Lord.