1 I journey through a desert drear and wild,
Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled,
Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, my stay,
I can forget the sorrows of the day.
2 Thoughts of His love the root of every grace
Which finds in this poor heart a dwelling place;
The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright,
And my calm pillow of repose by night.
3 Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears,
The tale of love unfolded in those years
Of sinless suffering and patient grace,
I love again and yet again to trace.
4 Thoughts of His coming,—for that joyful day
In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray;
The dawn draws nigh, the midnight shadows flee,
Oh, what a sunrise will that advent be!
Source: Choice Hymns of the Faith #256