The Thought of God

One thought I have

my am­ple creed

So deep it is and broad

And eq­ual to my ev­ery need—

It is the thought of God.

Each morn un­folds some fresh sur­prise

I feast at life’s full board;

And ris­ing in my in­ner skies

Shines forth the thought of God.

At night my glad­ness is my pray­er;

I drop my dai­ly load

And ev­ery care is pil­lowed there

Upon the thought of God.

I ask not far be­fore to see

But take in trust my road;

Life

death

and im­mor­tal­ity

Are in my thought of God.

To this their sec­ret strength they owed

The mar­tyr’s path who trod;

The fount­ains of their pa­tience flowed

From out their thought of God.

Be still the light up­on my way

My pil­grim staff and rod

My rest by night

my strength by day

O bless­èd thought of God.