1 When darkness long has veil’d my mind, And smiling day once more appears; Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 Straight I upbraid my wand’ring heart, And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of thee!
3 Oh ! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn;
That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply try’d,
I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.