When upon life dreary comes
Look toward the gladdening hand
Joy stemmeth from the mercy seat
It cometh from the Son’s own land
His delight in you will bring
The comfort of His sweet refrain
Until the end of time is nigh
His presence with thee will remain
I will joy in Thee whose might
My worthless life has sought to save
I’ll quit myself within Thy love
And to Thy will become a slave