Chapter V

When, lured by hope, our spirits rise
To where Thou beckonest from the skies;
Then, be eternal life the prize,
In mercy, Lord.

I

I wandered sore distressed,
All weary and forlorn;
I had no place to rest,
Of all my pleasures shorn,--
My thirsting spirit sighed,
And in the desert cried.

II

The Shepherd heard my cry,
Who came His flock to find,
And drew in mercy nigh,
For He is wondrous kind;
His winning voice awoke
My spirit as He spoke.

III

He bade my wandering cease,
And gave my heart a home,
That, from the bliss of peace,
I might no longer roam;--
He gave me hope for fears,
And lasting joy for tears.