HOW blest is life if lived for Thee,
   My loving Saviour and my Lord:
No pleasures that the world can give
    Such perfect gladness can afford.
2  To know I am Thy ransomed child,
    Bought by Thine own most precious blood,
And from Thy loving hand to take
    With grateful heart each gift of good.
3  All day to walk beneath Thy smile,
    Watching Thine eye to guide me still,
To rest at night beneath Thy care,
    Guarded by Thee from every ill.
4  To feel that though I journey on
    By stony paths and rugged ways,
Thy blessèd feet have gone before,
    And strength is given for weary days.
5  Such love shall ever make me glad,
    Strong in Thy strength to work or rest,
Until I see Thee face to face,
    And in Thy light am fully blest.
Prust’s Supplementary Hymnbook, 1869