O heart of mine, unsatisfied;
Storm-tossed on life's beclouded sea!
I prayed for some unfailing guide
To lead, and bless, and comfort me.
Then hope inspired my heart bowed down—
I woke to life and liberty;
Each cross became a jeweled crown,
For Christ indeed was leading me.
Now Truth indeed hath made me free;
God's universe resplendent seems.
My morn has dawned, until to me
Those troubled hours are naught but dreams.
O heart made glad! how long I now
To scatter words of cheer around,
Till Love shall crown each troubled brow
With blessings such as I have found.
