I can discern Thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through Thy frown;
And should I faint a moment—then
I think of Thee—and smile again,
So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled!
What though some flattering dreams are gone;
Yet purer, brighter joys remain,
Why should my spirit then complain?