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.