There is sunlight on the hill-top,
There is sunlight on the sea;
And the golden beams arc sleeping
On the soft and verdant lea.
But a richer light is filling
All the chambers of my heart,
For THOU: art there, my Savior,
And ‘tis SUNLIGHT where thou art.
Thou host whisper’d Thy forgiveness
In the secret of my soul:
“Be of good comfort, daughter,
For I have made thee whole.”
The “fowler’s snare is broken,’’
And. loosed my captive wing;
And shall the bird be silent
Which thou last taught to sing
In the dust I leave my sackcloth,
As a thing of other days;
For thou girdest me with gladness,
And thou robest me with praise.”
And to that home of glory,
Thy blood hath won for me,
In heart and mind ascending,
My spirit follows thee.
Choose thou for me my portion,
My bitter and my sweet
The cup thy hand doth mix me
I will drink it at thy feet;
While I’m waiting for that moment,
The brightest and the best,
When thou shalt stoop to lift me
From thy footstool to Thy breast.
Lord Jesus Thou host bought me,
And my life, my all is Thine;
Let the lamp thy love hath lighted
To thy praise and glory shine—
A beacon, ‘mid the darkness,
Pointing upward where thou art;
The smile of whose forgiveness
Is the SUNLIGHT of my heart!