A light came out of darkness;
No light, no hope had we,
Till Jesus came from Heaven
Our light and hope to be.
Oh, as I read the story
From birth to dying cry,
A longing fills my bosom
To meet Him by and by.

How tender His compassion
How loving was His call,
How earnest His entreaty
To sinners, one and all.
He wooed, and won them to Him
By love, and that is why
I long to be like Jesus,
And meet Him by and by.

Yet deeper do I ponder,
His cross and sorrow see,
And ever gaze and wonder
Why Jesus died for me.
And shall I fear to own Him?
Can I my Lord deny?
No! let me love Him, serve Him,
And meet Him by and by.