While Thee I seek, pro­tect­ing Pow­er,
Be my vain wish­es stilled;
And may this con­se­crat­ed hour
With bet­ter hopes be filled.

Thy love the pow­er of thought be­stowed;
To Thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mer­cy o’er my life has flowed;
That mer­cy I ad­ore.

In each ev­ent of life, how clear
Thy rul­ing hand I see!
Each bless­ing to my soul more dear,
Because con­ferred by Thee.

In ev­ery joy that crowns my days,
In ev­ery pain I bear,
My heart shall find de­light in praise,
Or seek re­lief in pray­er.

When glad­ness wings my fa­vored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sor­row low­er,
My soul shall meet Thy will.

My lift­ed eye, with­out a tear,
The ga­ther­ing storm shall see:
My stead­fast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.