Thou, infinite in love!

Guide this bewildered mind,

Which, like the trembling dove,

No resting-place can find

On the wild waters,—God of light,

Through the thick darkness lead me right!

Bid the fierce conflict cease,

And fear and anguish fly;

Let there again be peace,

As in the days gone by:

In Jesus’ name I cry to Thee,

Remembering Gethsemane.

Fain would earth’s true and dear

Save me in this dark hour;

And art not Thou more near?

Art Thou not love and power?

Vain is the help of man,—but Thou

Canst send deliverance even now.

Though through the future’s shade

Pale phantoms I descry,

Let me not shrink dismayed,

But ever feel Thee nigh;

There may be grief, and pain, and care

But, O my Father! Thou art there.