I look to thee in every need,

And never look in vain;

I feel thy strong and tender love,

And all is well again:

The thought of thee is mightier far

Than sin and pain and sorrow are.

2 Discouraged in the work of life,

Disheartened by its load,

Shamed by its failures or its fears,

I sink beside the road;

But let me only think of thee,

And then new heart springs up in me.

3 Thy calmness bends serene above,

My restlessness to still;

Around me flows thy quickening life,

To nerve my faltering will;

Thy presence fills my solitude;

Thy providence turns all to good.

4 Embosomed in thy covenant love,

Held in thy law, I stand;

Thy hand in all things I behold,

And all things in thy hand;

Thou leadest me by unsought ways,

And turnest my mourning into praise.