Father, when dawns the day in seeming sadness—
Shadows around, and fondest hopes depressed—
Lift Thou our thoughts to find in Thee new gladness;
Calmed by Thy love reflected—healed and blessed.
No grief can wound the heart on Truth relying;
No sickness quench the wholeness Truth makes clear.
Sin shrinks abashed, when Thy pure light undying
Shines through the gloom to show that Thou art near.
O Life divine, of being Thou the fountain,
May we obey the sweetness of Thy will;
Climbing, with steadfast face, Thy holy mountain,
Find there Thy peace, and all our tumult still.
