Luke 2:7, 115: Come, then, O Lord, Thy hght impart

Come, then, O Lord, Thy hght impart,
The faith that bids our terrors cease;
Into Thy love direct my heart,
Into Thy way of perfect peace;
And cheer my soul, of death afraid.
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Answer Thy mercy's whole design,
My God incarnated for me;
My spirit make Thy radiant shrine,
My Light and full Salvation be;
And through the dreary vale unknown
Conduct me to Thy dazzling throne.