1 O God, my sun, thy blissful rays
Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart!
How dark, how mournful, are my days,
If thy enlivening beams depart!

2 Scarce thro' the shades, a glimpse of day
Appears to these desiring eyes!
But shall my drooping spirit say,
The cheerful morn will never rise?

3 O let me not despairing mourn,
Tho' gloomy darkness spreads the sky;
My glorious sun will yet return,
And night with all its horrors fly.

4 O for the bright, the joyful day,
When hope shall in assurance die!
So tapers lose their feeble ray,
Beneath the sun's refulgent eye.