In the multitude of my thoughts within me Thy comforts delight my soul. Psalm 94:19
One thought I have, my ample creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my every need—
It is the thought of God.
Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise,
I feast at life’s full board;
And rising in my inner skies
Shines forth the thought of God.
At night my gladness is my prayer;
I drop my daily load,
And every care is pillowed there
Upon the thought of God.
I ask not far before to see,
But take in trust my road;
Life, death, and immortality
Are in my thought of God.
To this their secret strength they owed
The martyr’s path who trod;
The fountains of their patience flowed
From out their thought of God.
Be still the light upon my way,
My pilgrim staff and rod,
My rest by night, my strength by day
O blessèd thought of God.