THOU God of wisdom, God of love,
Whose glory fills the heavens above,
Oh listen to the plea I make,
And answer me, for Jesus’ sake.
Look down in mercy, look on me
And make me all I ought to be,
Forgiving, patient, gentle, mild,
A loving and obedient child.
Make me like Him whose name I bear,
Whose glory I shall shortly share;
And may my walk and conduct prove,
That all my treasure is above.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
From Thee, the true and living way,
Then, Lord, thy wandering one restore,
And bid me go and sin no more.
Should sore temptations round me press,
While traveling through this wilderness,
Still may Thy voice each fear dispel,
And sweetly whisper, “All is well.”
Should waves of trouble round me rise,
And gloomy clouds o’erspread the skies,
Then, then, my Father, be Thou near,
To wipe away the falling tear.
And when with anxious care oppress’d,
My spirit sighs to reach her rest,
Lord, give me patience, let me see
That all things work for good to me.
Thus would I climb life’s rugged hill,
In meek submission, thy will;
My only aim, to do or be
Just as it seemeth good to Thee.
And when at length my race is run,
My battle fought, my warfare done,
Then take me Lord, to dwell with Thee,
Throughout a long eternity.