When from matter I would turn,
Then Thy truths I can discern.
The things I see, reduced to thought,
Bring out their value, which is nought.
Then turn whichever way I will,
I see Thy glories round me still;
I see them shining out so clear,
That Love now takes the place of fear.
And when I see the prize is mine,
And know the crown will ever shine;
I know the Truth comes from above,
From Him, the Life and Truth and Love,
Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our heart is restless till it resteth in Thee.
