The light that once in Ju­dah shone,
We may no more be­hold;
No bright She­kin­ah makes its throne
’Mid che­ru­bim of gold;
No more the Pen­te­cost­al flame
Returns to ho­ly men,
But God reveals His grace the same
To wait­ing souls as then.

My soul, be­hold the end­less light
In Je­sus’ reign be­gin;
The flame that once with­out was bright,
Now shines more bright with­in;
No long­er to the eye of sense
The out­ward vi­sion glows,
But in the in­ward evi­dence
Doth Christ His love dis­close.

Yes, though His rays no long­er shine
The gold­en ark above,
Within the spir­it’s in­most shrine
Still glows Im­ma­nu­el’s love.
There dwells His glo­ry as of yore—
Then cease with doubt thy strife;
In help­less dark­ness walk no more—
Behold the Light of Life!