My Father, when around me spread

I see the shadows of the tomb,

When life’s bright visions droop and fade,

And darkness veils the days to come,—

O, in that anguished hour I turn

With a still trusting heart to Thee,

And holy thoughts arise and burn

Amid that cold, sad destiny!

They fill my soul with heavenly light,

While all around is pain and woe;

And strengthened by them, in Thy sight,

Father, to drink Thy cup I go.