Author of Light

Author of light revive my dying sprite,
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and under-lights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compar'd to thee.

Fountain of health my soul's deep wounds re-cure,
Sweet show'rs of pity rain, wash my uncleanness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joys bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage,
But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.