C.M.
1
When I survey life’s varied scene,
Amid the darkest hours
Sweet rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mixed with flowers.
2
Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand,
From whence my comforts flow,
And let me in this desert land
A glimpse of Canaan know.
3
And O! whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:
4
“Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.
5
“Let the sweet hope, that Thou art mine,
My path of life attend,
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end!”
