Hymn 32The Shining Light My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins;I feel, alass! 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 glimm’ring from afar;A beam of day that shines for me, To save me from despair. Fore-runner of the sun, It marks the Pilgrim’s way;I’ll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.