Thou art my loveliness, my life, my light, Beauty alone to me.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart, the very eyes of me, And hast command of every part to live and die for thee

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

You are the sun, you make me shine, or more like the stars, that twinkle at night. You are the moon that glows in my heart. You're my daytime, my night-time, my world...you are my life.

...Thou art My light and My light shall never be extinguished; why dost thou dread extinction? Thou art My glory and My glory shall fadeth not; thou art My robe and My robe shall never be outworn.

Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.

In your light I learn how to love.

By thee do seers the inward light discern;
By thee the statue lives, the Gods return.

I make not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds’ acclaim,
Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The spring’s green glories, or the autumn’s flame.
To me thy absence winter is, and night, Thy presence spring, and the meridian day.
From thee I draw my darkness and my light, Now swart eclipse, now more than heavenly ray.
Thy coming warmeth all my soul like fire, And through my heartstrings melodies do run,
As poets fabled the Memnonian lyre Hymned acclamation to the rising sun.
My heart hums music in thy influence set:
So winds put harps Aeolian on the fret.

You are my life now.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet i will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars

His lamp shines on my head, and by His light I go through darkness,