THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
The old lamp-lighter In the dusk of days gone by Would trudge the streets His taper held aloft, And as he touched each waiting lamp Through the gloom there appeared Little moons of gaslight Warm and soft. At night, as those in peril Upon the darkened streets Would grope their way Through shadows thick and deep, They surely breathed a silent ‘thanks’ For the lighter of the lamps And the faithful nightly vigil He would keep. In our darkened sinful world Where wretchedness abounds, Where souls are lost And perilous their plight, The Spirit of God in faithfulness His ministry performs, Touching hearts With the taper of truth and light.