"O come! let us walk in the light of the Lord"

Hope sheds on man's first waking hoursA lustre pure and fair,And as his mind unfolds its powersHer cheering smile is there:But when his feet life's pathway treadAnd his torn bosom bleeds,And darkening ills around him spreadHer taper's ray recedes.

A brighter torch doth Pleasure boastTo lure his youthful way,A meteor on a rocky coastThat dazzles to betray.But woe if his confiding heartBe with her fetters bound,The syren hath a poison'd dartAnd loves a secret wound.

God hath a light. It beams sublimeOn every seeking eye,When withering 'neath the blasts of timeBoth hope and pleasure die:That light we'll seek. Its ray hath powerTo pierce the shrouded tomb,And guide where tempests never lowerAnd sorrow dares not come.