When day 's begun,
And hope with vivid hues illumes the sky,
And songs spontaneous rise, and heaven is nigh,—
God is thy Sun.
At height of day,
When self in subtle guise would baffle thee,
And Mammon offering bribes says, Worship me,—
God is thy stay.
And in the night,
When sorrow, blackness, death, hold thee at bay,
And none seems near to watch with thee and pray,—
God is thy light.
