Where’er I am, whate’er I see,
Eternal Lord, is full of Thee!
I feel Thee in the gloom of night;
I see Thee in the morning light.

When care distracts my anxious soul,
Thy grace can every thought control;
Thy word can still the troubled heart,
And peace and confidence impart.

If pain invade my broken rest.
Or if corroding griefs molest,
Soon as the Comforter appears,
My sighs are hushed, and dried my tears.

Thy wisdom guides, Thy will directs,
Thy arm upholds, Thy power protects;
With Thee when I at dawn converse,
The shadows sink, the clouds disperse.

Then, as the sun illumes the skies,
Oh, Sun of Righteousness, arise!
Dispel the fogs of mental night,
Being of Beings, Light of Light.

-HANNAH MORE.