Thou Love by whom
The Son was sent,
Heal me of discontent.
When calls the distant shore,
Or far retreat,
Show me life's pearl
Beneath my feet.
Days past—to come—
Far climes more bright,
Hide from to-day Thy light.
Cause me, e'en now and here,
Through dark and cold,
Thy face to see,
Thy hand to hold.
