I’ll glory in his holy name, and pray, Lord guide me still;
In each event submission learn, and sink into his will.
His will is welcome, tho’ it lay each earthly prospect low;
God is too wise to err, and will what’s best for us bestow.
The Psalmist made his boast in God, and we may do the same;
The word exhorts to cry aloud, and praise his holy name.
Should those here hold their peace, whom God has his own Spirit given,
Where could he look for honor due, and whom make meet for Heaven?
Regardless of the world’s cold frown, we would march boldly on,
Nor right nor left would turn, but go where our dear Saviour’s gone,