O God
how good Thou art
To all the pure of heart
Though life seems vain.
Burdened with anxious care
I groped in dark despair
Till in Thy house of prayer
All was made plain.
Ever
O Lord
with Thee
All shall be well with me
Held by Thy hand.
And Thou wilt guide my feet
By Thine own counsel sweet
Till I
for glory meet
In glory stand.
In earth or Heav’n above
Who is there that I love
Compared with Thee?
My heart may faint with fears
But God my strength appears
And will to endless years
My portion be.
O it is good that I
May still to God draw nigh
As oft before.
The Lord Jehovah blessed
My refuge and my rest
Shall be in praise confessed
Forevermore.