Thou seest, Thou knowest me
Thou art my haven and my refuge
None have I sought nor any will I seek save Thee
No path have I trodden
Nor any will I tread, but the path of Thy love
And in the darksome night of despair
My eye turneth expectant
And full of hope
To the morn
Of Thy boundless favor
At the hour of dawn
My drooping soul is refreshed and strengthened
In remembrance of Thy beauty
And perfection
And in the darksome night of despair
My eye turneth expectant
And full of hope, to the morn
Of Thy boundless favor
He who the grace of Thy mercy aideth
Though he be but a drop
Shall become a boundless ocean
And in the darksome night of despair
My eye turneth expectant
And full of hope
To the morn of Thy boundless favor
And full of hope
To the morn
Of Thy boundless favor
