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 tho’ under foot I’m trod,
If day by day I may but share
Thine approbation, O my God!

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