1 The world may boast the brilliant light
Of science, which oft deceives;
But oft, in clouds of error’s night
Her dazzled votaries she leaves.

2 What shall man’s intellect avail,
When God His judgments shall display?
How soon its boasted power shall fail
Before the terrors of that day.

3 Jesus! Thy words alone impart
Eternal truth and sure repose;
No doubts shall overwhelm the heart,
Which Thee and Thy salvation knows.

4 How precious to my thirsting soul
The truths Thy sacred words convey;
Mighty to strengthen and console,
And which shall never pass away.

5 Here will I rest, beneath Thy cross,
Where faith the way of life discerns,
And counting all things else but loss,
My soul eternal wisdom learns.