As the world grows darker still,
thread by thread the shadows weave,
yet Christ the Light of all the world
shines steady, pure, and unconquered.

No eclipse can quench His glow,
no tempest drown His gentle call;
He splits the night with mercy’s dawn
and lifts the weary, one and all.

Where fear would dim the human heart,
His radiance finds the hidden seam—
a single spark of holy flame
that turns the darkness into dawn.

When humble repentance whispers low
and faith unbars the iron door,
salvation pours like golden dawn
across the soul’s storm-battered shore.
The heart once cloaked in midnight’s shroud
now burns with heaven’s living fire—
a fountain of eternal water
where hope becomes not self, but Christ —
His glory shining in the Cross.
In Jesus’ gaze, the eyes of grace
transform each view from dread to gold;
what once seemed loss now blooms in grace,
and every pathway leads toward home.

So let the gloom do what it will,
the Light has already overcome;
in Him we rise, in Him we stand,
till every shadow flees the sun.