The Compass

Thou art

O God! my East. In Thee I dawned;

Within me ev­er let Thy day-spring shine;

Then

for each night of sor­row I have mourned

I’ll bless Thee

Fa­ther

since it seals me Thine.

Thou art

O God! my North. My trem­bling soul

Like a charmed nee­dle

points to Thee alone;

Each wave of time

each storm of life

shall roll

My trust­ing spir­it for­ward to Thy throne.

Thou art

O God! my South. Thy fer­vent love

Perennial ver­dure o’er my life hath shed;

And con­stant sun­shine from Thy heart of love

With wine and oil Thy grate­ful child hath fed.

Thou art

O God! my West. In­to Thy arms

Glad as the set­ting sun

may I de­cline;

Baptized from earth­ly stains and sin’s al­arms

Re-born

arise in Thy new heav­ens to shine.