How can we praise Thee, Lord,
When clouds obscure the light,
And shadows seem so real,
Though phantoms of the night?
How can we praise Thee, Lord,
When joys seem far away?
For hope and faith grow dim,
When from Love's realm we stray.
How can we praise Thee, Lord,
Till we awake to know
How vain is this earth dream
Of fear and sin and woe?
But now we praise Thee, Lord,
Awakened by Truth's call,
Rejoicing, whole, and free
To know that God is All.
