I have had my days of blessing,

All the joys of life possessing,

Unnumber'd they appear!

Then let faith and patience cheer me,

Now that trials gather near me:

Where is life without a tear?

Yes, O Lord, a sinner looking

O'er the sins Thou art rebuking,

Must own Thy judgments light.

Surely I, so oft offending,

Must in humble patience bending,

Feel Thy chastisements are right.

Let me, o'er transgression weeping,

Find the grace my soul is seeking;

Receiving at Thy throne

Strength to meet each tribulation,

Looking for the great salvation,

Trusting in my Lord alone!

While 'mid earthly tears and sighing,

Still to praise Thee feebly trying

Still clmging, Lord, to Thee;

Quietly on Thy love relying,

I am Thine--and, living, dying,

Surely all is well with me!