I look to Thee in every need, and never look in
I feel Thy strong and tender love, and all is
The thought of Thee is mightier far than sin and
pain and sorrow are.
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.
Thy calmness bends serene above, my
restlessness to still;
Around me flows Thy quickening life, to nerve my
Thy presence fills my solitude, Thy providence
turns all to good.
Enfolded deep in Thy dear 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 turn my
mourning into praise.