O thou in whose goodness and favor,
The soul may repose;

And find in the love of a Saviour,
A balm for its woes.

Tho' shadows of sorrow surround us,
Thy smile is a heaven below;
We know that thy arm is around us,
In mercy, wherever we go.
Attended by conflicts and dangers,
Wherever we roam,

We feel we are pilgrims and strangers,
Away from our home.

But thou with thy children art ever,
Who humbly in thee confide;
And nought from thy mercy can sever,
If we in thy spirit abide.

When time and its journey are over,
The weary shall rest;
And pilgrims thy grace shall discover,
By thee ever blest.

O may we, this promise possessing,
Rejoice in thy gracious love:

The word of redemption, how precious
To them who believe!
The gifts of the spirit, how gracious,
To them who receive!
Let others rejoice in the glory

That earth and its sons bestow; A glory divine is before me,

None other my spirit shall know. The world, tho' in beauty it shineth, Is passing away;

And he for its pleasures who pineth,
Must lean on decay.

The word of the Lord faileth never,
And never his light grows dim;
His mercy endureth forever,-
I ever will glory in him.
The fount of his grace ever floweth,
The fountain of love;

The light of his truth ever gloweth,
Around and above.

Thy promise, Redeemer all-gracious,
O may all the world believe: