“Until calamities be overpast.”
Thy light, my God, is sweet to me,
Thy wisdom’s way I love to see,
Thy witness I therein would be;
Thy word is very pure.
The hearing ear discerns Thy voice;
The seeing eye approves Thy choice;
The filial heart can aye rejoice
And peacefully endure.
O God of truth, to know Thee near,
To walk with Thee in holy fear,
To seek Thy righteous kingdom here,
To keep Thine end in view,—
Be this, through Christ the Lord, my fain,
My study both in ease and pain;
From other works may I refrain,
One thing alone to do.
It pleaseth Thee to choose the weak,
By babes and sucklings still to speak;
To give discernment to the meek,
To lead them in Thy ways.
Thou dost in grace vouchsafe to take
The frailest vessel Thou must make,
And fill it, for Thy glory’s sake,
To thine eternal praise.
‘Tis thus Thy light to me is sweet,
Thy word esteemed my pleasant meat;
Thus would I be, at Jesus’ feet,
Intent on things above:
Thou fillest thus the hearing ear,
The eye, the heart, that Thee revere;
The mind attentive in Thy fear,
And restful in Thy love.
Thou, God of hope, art thus my stay,
My guide throughout the desert way,
My solace in the evil day,
My portion evermore.
To Thee with heart and voice I sing,
To Thee the first-fruit dues I bring.
Thy Christ the Substance and the Spring,
The Basket and the Store.