1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come! and thy dear self revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
The new heaven's and earth's creator,
In our deepest darkness rise!
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eye-sight on our eyes!

2 Still we wait for thine appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart;
Chasing all our fears, and chearing
Every poor benighted heart:
Come and manifest the favor
Thou hast for the ransom'd race:
Come, thou dear exalted savior,
Come, and bring thy gospel-grace.

3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific prince!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins.
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burden'd soul release;
By the influence of thy spirit,
Guide us into perfect peace.