Vainly I wandered when my thoughts
Were filled with sin and worldly taint;
I did not find Thee in the wind,
Or in the cyclone's roaring plaint;
But when a sorrow drenched my heart,
I turned from worldliness, and knew
That all my treasure made of clay
But hid Thy goodness from my view.
I did not find Thee in the storm,
Or in the thunder's roar of fright;
I found Thee when earth's hope was gone.
When I was stumbling in the night,
Thy mercies gently led me then
To thoughts I had not known before,
To understanding of God's love
That calls us to an open door.
