O Saviour, whose mercy, so faithful in kindness,
His chastened my wanderings and guided my way,
Adored be the Power that illumined my blindness
And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray!

I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven
Was bright as the sun and as glad as the morn:
Thou showedst the path-it was dark and uneven,
All rugged with rock and all tangled with thorn!

Subdued and instructed through grace, in contrition
Earth-hopes and earth-longings I fain would resign:
O give me the heart that can wait in submission,
Nor know of a wish or a pleasure not thine!

A refuge there is, free from sin and from sorrow-
But hence, in a region faith only has trod;
A morn without clouds-but it cometh tomorrow;
A rest-but it waits in the presence of God!