O may a strain, like gentle rain
On dry and thirsty land,
True feeling start within this heart,
Unfruitful as the sand;
To lift my eyes above the skies,
And raise my humble prayer;
May every doubt be put to rout,
And vanquished every fear.
My mind, tho’ bent, my thoughts intent,
On swiftly fleeting joys,
Still from my heart may now depart
This love for earthly toys;
Too much of life in anxious strife
Has run to waste with me;
In thoughts sublime, the rest of time
May I devote to Thee.
When comes my end, O Savior, send,
A message of sweet peace;
When I depart, O give my heart
Assurance and release;
Then may I bound from this low ground,
To tread the starry way,
And on my sight break holy light
In Heaven’s unclouded day.
Now, O my soul! let love control
Thro’ life thy every thought;
By faith still see the things that be,
Reserved for those He bought;
Live on in hope, in widest scope
Survey the realms above;
Nor draw aside, but firm abide
In faith, and hope, and love.