[Were I to measure Earth and sea]
Were I to measure Earth and sea
And roam from Pole to Pole
In search of happiness and Peace
And Comfort for my soul;
Were boundless Wealth and honours gain’d
And every Good below,
Vain were the search, the honours vain,
Nor wealth could peace bestow.
’Tis thou alone Almighty Lord
Canst happiness impart;
The gracious smile, thy sovereign Word,
Can cheer a drooping heart.
When sharp distress and conscious care
Invade the troubled breast,
Thy grace preserves from black despair
And gives the Spirit rest.
In Life thro’ every varying Scene
The Lord has power to bless,
Then let me always trust alone
In him for Happiness.
Text: Steele Collection, 10/2; see also Whelan, Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 4, p. 137.