O God, O Father, Thine alone,
I lift to Thee my filial cry-
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry!

Yet through’ this rough, this thorny maze,
I follow after Thee, my God:
Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways-
I safely tread where Christ has trod!

More dear than life itself, Thy love-
Dearer than all beside to me!
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee?

Praise shall my heart, my mind, my voice,
To Thee, O Father, freely give!
Thy child, I do in Thee rejoice
In Whom for evermore I live!