“All my springs are in thee.”-Psalm 87:7
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.