I chase away the gloomy night,
And bask in those unclouded rays,
The glorious sun’s meridian blaze.
I nestle in my Savior’s breast,
O, ’tis a place of glorious rest!
He holds me near his bleeding side,
O, ever may I thus abide!
His lovely countenance I see,
With smiles of love he looks on me.
O, give me joys that will not die—