Poem by William Cowper

Olney Hymn 32. The Shining Light

My former hopes are fled,
    My terror now begins; 
I feel, alas! that I am dead
    In trespasses and sins.

Ah, whither shall I fly?
    I hear the thunder roar; 
The Law proclaims Destruction nigh,
    And Vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,
    I dread impending doom: 
But sure a friendly whisper says,
    "Flee from the wrath to come."

I see, or think I see,
    A glimmering from afar; 
A beam of day, that shines for me,
    To save me from despair.

Forerunner of the sun,
    It marks the pilgrim's way; 
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
    And watch the rising day.

1. Olney Hymn 18. Lovest Thou Me?
2. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
3. Olney Hymn 37. Temptation
4. Olney Hymn 44. On Opening a Place for Social Prayer
5. Olney Hymn 8. O Lord, I Will Praise Thee

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