The Presence of God the Life and Light of the Soul

My God, my hope, if thou art mine,
Why should my soul with sorrow pine?
On thee alone I cast my care;
O leave me not in dark despair.

Though ev'ry comfort should depart,
And life forsake this drooping heart;
One smile from thee, one blissful ray;
Can chase the shades of death away.

My God, my life, if thou appear,
Not death itself can make me fear;
Thy presence cheers the sable gloom?
And gilds the horrors of the tomb.

Not all its horrors can affright,
If thou appear, my God, my light;
Thy love shall all my fears control,
And glory dawn around my soul.

Should all created blessings fade,
And mourning nature, disarrayed,
Deplore her ev'ry charm withdrawn,
Light, hope, and joy, forever gone;

Though nought remain below the sky,
To please my taste, my ear, my eye,
Be thou my hope, my life, my light,
Amid the universal night.

My God, be thou forever nigh;
Beneath the radiance of thine eye,
My hope, my joy, shall ever rise,
Nor terminate below the skies.