THERE is sunlight on the hill-top,
There is sunlight on the sea;
And the golden beams are sleeping
On the soft and verdant lea.
But a richer light is filling
All the chambers of my heart,
For Thou art there, my Saviour,
And ‘tis sunshine where Thou art.
Thou hast 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 hast taught to sing?
Lord Jesus! Thou past 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 SUNSHINE of my heart!
Oh! ye who sit in darkness,
Ever mourning for your sin,
Open the windows of your soul,
Let the warm sunshine in;
Every ray was purchased for you,
By the matchless love of One
Who has suffered in the shadow,
That you might see the sun!