Bright glo­ry beams are shin­ing clear,
Around me day by day;
Yet, if alone, my heart might fear
That I might lose the way;
But Je­sus sheds a light di­vine,
My soul with hope to cheer;
Till I shall claim the crown as mine,
Beyond the reach of fear.

Portentous clouds of grief and doubt
May ov­er­cast my sky;
The Sav­ior’s voice is ring­ing out:
Fear not, fear not, ’tis I;
I’ll hold thee in My arms, dear child
Thy feet shall ne­ver stray;
Tho’ storms may ga­ther dark and wild,
I’m with thee all the way.

I’ll bear thee o’er the deep, cold tide,
To yon­der bliss­ful shore,
Where trust­ing souls in joy abide,
And fears pre­vail no more;
There streams of bliss for­ev­er flow,
And light for­ev­er shines;
With love and grace each heart aglow,
The glo­ry ne’er de­clines.