1 Father, I will not pray
Freedom from earthly ill;
But may Thy peace be o'er my way
With its dove-pinion still!

2 O, let a sense of Thee,
Of Thy sustaining love,
My bosom-guest forever be,
Where'er I rest or move!

3 A heavenly light serene,
With its unfading beams,
Within my trusting heart be seen,
More bright than childhood's dreams!

4 So let me walk with Thee,
Thy presence round my way;
Made by Thine aiding spirit free;
Thy love, my joy and stay.