I am the light of the world; he that follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. John 8:12
Wide the gates of morning open,
Spreading far o’er land and sea,
Softly, gently passing thro’ them
Comes the morning light to me.
O blessèd morning light;
The Savior is that light;
He says it today as He said it of old,
I am the light of the world.
Blessèd are the beams of glory,
Streaming thro’ the gates ajar,
Where the love of ages dwelling,
Shines upon us from afar.
So we wander, lone and helpless,
Hoping for a better day;
But we feel that God is near us,
When we see the heav’nly ray.