That we are seen, O God, by Thee–
This is our happy lot–
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.

Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction’s deepest gloom
Its power it still displays.

Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we’re called to die,
The valley’s shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.