I cannot see the sunny gleam
Which gladdens every eye but mine,
But I can feel the warming beam,
And bless the God who made it shine.
O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
Let no repining tear-drop fall,
Pour holy light upon my soul,
That I may own Thy love in all!
I cannot see the flow’rets blow,
All sparkling from the summer showers,
But I can breathe their sweet perfume,
And bless the God who made the flowers.
O Lord, each murmuring thought control,
Let no repining tear-drop fall,
Pour holy light upon my soul,
That I may own Thy love in all!
I cannot see the pages where
Thy holy will is written, Lord;
But I can seek Thy house of prayer,
And humbly listen to Thy word,
Which bears my thoughts to that bright place
Where I at Thy dear feet may fall,
Behold my Saviour face to face,
And see and own His love in all!