“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on thee:”
Haste! O my soul, thy wanderings cease,
And to thy Saviour flee. The meditation of my heart,
The words that I shall speak,
From thee, oh, let them ne’er depart;
Thy ways, O Lord, I seek. When troubled thoughts and anxious care,
Imaginations vain,
Disturb my peace, my soul ensnare,
And cause me grief and pain; Help me to cast my care on thee,
“Keep near thy bleeding side;
From roving thoughts, oh! set me free,
And all my footsteps guide. Fain would I be like one of old,
Who walked with thee on earth;
So let me all my actions mould,
Shunning the world's vain mirth. May we but learn to trust in God,
In darkness and in light;
E’en though we feel the chastening rod,
He doeth all things right.