One precious boon, O Lord, I seek

One precious boon, O Lord, I seek,While tossed upon life's billowy sea;To hear a voice within me speak,"Thy Saviour is well pleased with thee."

Earth's scoffs and scorn well pleased I'll bear,Nor mourn though under foot I'm trod,If day by day I may but shareThine approbation, O my God!

The friends I love may turn from me,Their words unkind may pierce me through;But this my daily prayer shall be,"Forgive; they know not what they do."

Let me but know, where'er I roam,That I am doing Jesus' will;And though I've neither friends nor home,My heart shall glow with gladness still.

To that bright, blest, immortal morn,By holy prophets long foretold,My eager, longing eyes I turn,And soon its glories shall behold.

Then all the scoffs and scorn I've borneFor His dear sake who died for me,To everlasting joys will turn,In glorious immortality;