1 Oh, could I rest in Mary's place
And look into my Savior's face
With child-like faith and gladness,
Could I at morning and at night
Embrace His words with deep delight,
They would dispel my sadness.

2 Then I should find the strength with joy
To labor in my Lord's employ
And walk on His blest Spirit,
His love within my heart would grow
And anthems from my lips would flow
To praise His grace and merit.

3 Oh, speak to me, my Friend and Lord,
And I will answer with the word,
Thou hast in me implanted,
For I have naught that I an bring
To Thee, my mighty Lord and King,
Except what Thou hast granted.

4 Thy Word, O Lord, is filled with power
And blessed is each silent hour
We at Thy feet are spending;
There ev'ry grief and fear is stilled
And hearts, with strength and courage filled,
Are heaven-ward ascending.