Joy Of My Life While Left Me Here!
Joy
of
my
life
while
left
me
here!
And
still
my
love!
How
in
thy
absence
thou
dost
steer
Me
from
above!
A
life
well
led
This
truth
commends,
With
quick
or
dead
It
never
ends.
Stars
are
of
mighty
use;
the
night
Is
dark,
and
long;
The
road
foul;
and
where
one
goes
right,
Six
may
go
wrong.
One
twinkling
ray,
Shot
o'er
some
cloud,
May
clear
much
away,
And
guide
a
crowd.
God's
saints
are
shining
lights:
who
stays
Here
long
must
pass
O'er
dark
hills,
swift
streams,
and
steep
ways
As
smooth
as
glass;
But
these
all
night,
Like
candles,
shed
Their
beams,
and
light
Us
into
bed.
They
are,
indeed,
our
pillar-fires,
Seen
as
we
go;
They
are
that
city's
shining
spires
We
travel
to:
A
swordlike
gleam
Kept
man
for
sin
First
out;
this
beam
Will
guide
them
in.
