Thou seest, Thou knowest me Thou art my haven and my refuge None have I sought nor any will I seek save Thee No path have I trodden Nor any will I tread, but the path of Thy love And in the darksome night of despair My eye turneth expectant And full of hope To the morn Of Thy boundless favor At the hour of dawn My drooping soul is refreshed and strengthened In remembrance of Thy beauty And perfection And in the darksome night of despair My eye turneth expectant And full of hope, to the morn Of Thy boundless favor He who the grace of Thy mercy aideth Though he be but a drop Shall become a boundless ocean And in the darksome night of despair My eye turneth expectant And full of hope To the morn of Thy boundless favor And full of hope To the morn Of Thy boundless favor