1 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow, When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing, -- to whom shall we go? 2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs Of the pleasures this world can bestow, 3 O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the wanderer can show; |