The World May Boast the Brilliant Light

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.