By the Thoughtless World Derided

By the thought­less world de­rid­ed

Still I love the Word of God;

’Tis a chart by which I’m guid­ed

Often ’tis a chast­en­ing rod;

’Tis a sword that cuts asun­der

All my pride and van­ity

When abased I lie and won­der

That He spares a wretch like me.

This con­firms me when I wa­ver

Sets my trembling judg­ment right

When I stray

how much so­ev­er

This is my re­stor­ing light;

Satan oft and sin as­sail me

With temp­ta­tions ev­er new;

Then

O no­thing can avail me

’Till my bleed­ing Lord I view.

Faith I need

O Lord

be­stow it

Give my la­bor­ing mind re­lief;

Oft alas! I doubt

I know it

Help

O help my un­be­lief;

Dearest Sav­ior

by Thy Spir­it

May I gain a fu­ture crown;

Guide

O guide me by Thy Spir­it

Till these storms are ov­er­blown.