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 he appear, My dawning is begun; He is my soul's sweet morning star And he my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shews his heart is 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 T' embrace my dearest Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death! I'd break thro' every foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith Should bear me conqueror thro'.