The Thought of God

1One tho't I have, my ample creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my ev'ry need,— It is the tho't of God.

2Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise,
I feast at life's full board;
And rising in my inner skies,
Shines forth the tho't of God.

3At night my gladness is my pray'r;
I drop my daily load,
And ev'ry care is pillowed there Upon the tho't of God.

4I ask not far before to see,
But take in trust my road;
Life, death, and immortality Are in my tho't of God.