Lines Written under Pressure of Severe Affliction.

Father of all, to Thee
I lift mine eyes;
I bow to Thy supreme decree,
And counsel wise.
Though dark Thy purpose seems
To my sad soul,
Send Thou Thy light in living streams,
And make me whole.

When trials round me stand
On every side,
Beneath Thine own Almighty hand
Myself I'll hide.
And when temptations dire
My soul affright,
Be Thou still near a wall of fire
To check their might.

When fears perplex my mind,
And doubtings chill,
Again, as to the waves and wind,
Say, "Peace be still."
And be my compass o'er
This life's rough sea,
Pointing towards a heavenly shore,
From sorrow free.