Scripture Verse

The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. Revelation 21:23


Words: Ma­ril­la M. Pin­ney, in The Wells of Sal­va­tion, ed­it­ed by John R. Swe­ney & Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1881), num­ber 106.

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Pin­ney (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

William J. Kirkpatrick


O precious flowers! O glorious bowers!
O blest, immortal bloom;
How wondrous bright must be the light
Beyond death’s chilling gloom.


O beautiful heav’nly light,
So wonderful, pure and bright;
Point me still to Zion’s hill,
Beautiful heav’nly light.

O land divine, such wealth of thine
Comes down my soul to cheer;
Though tangled thorn my heart hath torn,
Still, still thy light is near.


The fogs may rise to dim the skies,
And night’s chill dews may fall;
Through every ill, my soul, be still:
Christ reigneth over all.


O keep me still, by thy good will;
Yea, lead me all the way,
To that blest shore where night no more
Shall veil the brow of day.