By Amy Carmichael, 1867-1951
Shadow and coolness, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Cloud of my soul, lead, on,
I follow Thee.
What though the hot winds blow,
Fierce heat beats up below?
Fountains of water flow–
Praise, praise to Thee.
Clearness and glory, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Light of my soul, lead on,
I follow Thee.
All through the moonless night,
Making its darkness bright,
Thou art my Heavenly Light–
Praise, praise to Thee.
Shadow and shine art Thou,
Dear Lord, to me;
Pillar of cloud and fire,
I follow Thee.
What though the way is long,
In Thee my heart is strong,
Thou art my joy, my song–
Praise, praise to Thee.
