When With Error Bewildered
When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,
And tears of despondency flow,
When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,
Despairing,-to whom shall we go?
When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs
Of the pleasures this world can bestow,
And sighs for another, and flutters its wings,
Impatient,-to whom shall it go?
O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds,
And a path to the wanderer can show;
That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,
And tells us to whom we should go!