Oh, the Believing mind,
That sets the Lord above
The failure of my heart and hand
In constancy of love:
Impart it, Lord, to me;
Each moment may it reign,
In all its calm and brightness there,
My spirit's realm within!

Should busy memory wake
The slumbers of the past,
And o'er a present cloudless sky
Some gloomy shadow cast,
Then let believing thought
Arrest for Thee the place;
Fill the whole region of my soul
With glories of thy grace!

Should fear, with fruitful skill,
Image my days to come,
And bear my trembling footsteps on
Through dangers, snares, and gloom,
My faith, then eye the bow
Which spans the distant cloud,
And pledges safety to the end,
Though tempests surge around!

Let faith, with clear, calm light,
Thus measure all my days;
Keep my whole soul in constant peace,
And give it thoughts of praise:
In converse, Lord, with Thee,
My Savior, Guardian, Friend,
While onward still to glory's home
My guided footsteps tend! –

J. G. Bellett.