1 My Father, when around me spread
I see the shadows of the tomb,
When life's bright visions droop and fade,
And darkness veils the days to come, --

2 O, in that anguished hour I turn
With a still trusting heart to Thee,
And holy thoughts arise and burn
Amid that cold, sad destiny!

3 They fill my soul with heavenly light,
While all around is pain and woe;
And strengthened by them, in Thy sight,
Father, to drink Thy cup I go.