I SEEM so blind, I do not always see
The cloud by day, nor glowing fire by night
That thou hast said should mark the way for me,
And lead me on to Thine eternal light.
Such sweet desires spring up beside the way,
I turn aside, O Lord, to make them mine;
They perish soon, they live but for a day,
And so I know these joys were never Thine.
My heart cries out. I do not understand,
I yield my will to Thine, be Thou my guide,
And in the darkness, lead me by the hand,
And if I stumble, hold me near Thy side.
