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Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness… fill us with the light of day!
When sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul.
Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love; the fellowship of kindred minds, is like to that above.
While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow; If ever I love Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
Oh, who will come and go with me? I am bound for the promised land.
O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee.
Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past, And gives me strength for days to come.
Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry; we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground to fairer worlds on high.
Hymnist Charles Wesley supposedly said he would give up all his other hymns to have written this one by Isaac Watts.