O Lord, how many changes come;
Each casts me on my knees,
All sent by Thee across my path,
The need none other sees.
‘Tis Thou alone canst see the need,
Of every added blow,
To draw me closer to Thy side,
That I, Thy love might know.
When seemingly from time to time,
All would much brighter grow,
And then the eye from Thee is turned,
Thou would’st not have it so.
In love to test, and draw me back,
To fervent pleading prayer;
Thy hand again didst send the cause,
That keeps me kneeling there.