But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
2 When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior's form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.
3 When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus' light,--
Think,--how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.