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 glory know.

 3 

Father, 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 life and death attend,

Thy presence through my journey shine,

   And crown my journey's end.