1 O God, how good Thou art
to all the pure of heart,
though life seems vain;
burdened with anxious care,
I groped in dark despair,
till in Thy house of prayer
all was made plain.
2 Ever, O Lord, with Thee,
all shall be well with me,
held by Thy hand;
and Thou wilt guide my feet
by Thy own counsel sweet,
till I, for glory meet,
in glory stand.
3 In earth or heav'n above
who is there that I love
compared with Thee?
My heart may faint with fears,
but God my strength appears,
and will to endless years
my portion be.
4 O it is good that I
may still to God draw nigh,
as oft before;
the Lord Jehovah blest,
my refuge and my rest,
shall be in praise confessed
for evermore.
Source: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #73