My Sun 'mid darkness, death and gloom

My Sun 'mid darkness, death and gloom,
My Shield 'gainst storm and heat,
God of my life, — the God in whom
Both grace and glory meet;
Be Thou my guide and guard below,
My blessedness above,
And breathe o'er this cold heart the glow
And gladness of Thy love.

When wandering — weary and opprest —
Shine o'er my pathless way,
When life beams brightest, seems most blest, —
Ward off joy's noontide ray:
My failing, falt'ring footsteps tend
With fresh supplies of grace,
A nd be my glory at the end
To meet Thee face to face.

O Lord of hosts, how blest is he
Who in Thy strength confides,
Whose soul reposes trustingly
On all Thy grace provides;
Who never fears, nor doubts Thy love,
Assured, — when Thou art nigh,
That what Thy wisdom may approve,
Thy love will ne'er deny!