O God, How Good Thou Art

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.