When I survey life’s varied scene

When I survey life’s varied scene

Amid the darkest hours

Sweet rays of comfort shine between

And thorns are mixed with flowers.

Lord

teach me to adore Thy hand

From whence my comforts flow

And let me in this desert land

A glimpse of glory know.

Father

whate’er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand denies

Accepted at Thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise:

Give me a calm

a thankful heart

From every murmur free;

The blessings of Thy grace impart

And let me live to Thee.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

My life and death attend

Thy presence through my journey shine

And crown my journey’s end.