One thought I have, my am­ple creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And eq­ual to my ev­ery need—
It is the thought of God.

Each morn un­folds some fresh sur­prise,
I feast at life’s full board;
And ris­ing in my in­ner skies
Shines forth the thought of God.

At night my glad­ness is my pray­er;
I drop my dai­ly load,
And ev­ery care is pil­lowed there
Upon the thought of God.

I ask not far be­fore to see,
But take in trust my road;
Life, death, and im­mor­tal­ity
Are in my thought of God.

To this their sec­ret strength they owed
The mar­tyr’s path who trod;
The fount­ains of their pa­tience flowed
From out their thought of God.

Be still the light up­on my way,
My pil­grim staff and rod,
My rest by night, my strength by day
O bless­èd thought of God.