FOR LIGHT AND CROWN

Only in thee a radiance bright

Shines like a beacon in the night

Guiding my pilgrim barque aright

Over this tempest of life and plight.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure

Happiness and sorrow without measure

Pilgrim I am through this barren land of treasure

With work goes the time for leisure.

As the sun of bliss is beaming;

Light and love upon me is teaming.

From the cross, the radiance streaming

Adds new lustre to my redeeming.

Here in an ampler, purer air

Above the stir of toil and care

Cometh the light which none compare

Behold the joy that dry-off tears.

Watching His glistening raiment glow

Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow

We'll fight as saints who nobly fought of old

And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold.