When darkness long has vailed my mind,

And smiling day once more appears;

Then, my Creator! then I find

The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,

And blush that I should ever be

Thus prone to act so base a part,

Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O, let me then at length be taught

What I am still so slow to learn—

That God is love, and changes not,

Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!

But, when my faith is sharply tried,

I find myself a learner yet,

Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God! one look from thee

Subdues the disobedient will,

Drives doubt and discontent away;

And thy rebellious child is still.