God’s cheering presence once withdrawn
My life, my joy, my all is gone,
Restless from place to place I rove,
To seek the object of my love.
2 But when he makes his face to shine,
And gently whispers “I am thine”;
My joys revive, my fears are fled,
And faith lifts up its fainting head.
3 No longer then can I conceal,
The rapturous pleasure which I feel;
But heart and lips and life express
The wonders of restoring grace.