2 Its beams still shone unclouded on,
When in the distant west
The sun I once had known had sunk
Forever to his rest.
3 And on I walked, though dark the night,
Nor rose his orb by day;
As one to whom a surer guide
Was pointing out the way.
4 ’Twas brighter far than noonday’s beam,
It shone from God within;