The world may boast the bril­liant light
Of sci­ence, which oft de­ceives;
But oft, in clouds of er­ror’s night
Her daz­zled vo­ta­ries she leaves.

What shall man’s in­tel­lect avail,
When God His judg­ments shall dis­play?
How soon its boast­ed pow­er shall fail
Before the ter­rors of that day.

Jesus! Thy words alone im­part
Eternal truth and sure re­pose;
No doubts shall ov­er­whelm the heart,
Which Thee and Thy sal­va­tion knows.

How pre­cious to my thirst­ing soul
The truths Thy sac­red words con­vey;
Mighty to strength­en and con­sole,
And which shall ne­ver pass away.

Here will I rest, be­neath Thy cross,
Where faith the way of life dis­cerns,
And count­ing all things else but loss,
My soul eter­nal wis­dom learns.