Securely planted by almighty hands;
No gath’ring clouds can shade its precincts fair,
For everlasting sunshine settles there.
O, Sun of Righteousness! do thou impart
To the deep secret places of my heart,
Pure living rays, and bright effulgent beams,
To shed their light on life’s fast flowing streams.
My aspirations are to thee, bright Heaven!
Nor can I, will I from these flights be driven;
Fain would my wounded spirit soar away,