Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
                                        
                                        If Thou art my sun and my song,
                                        
                                        Say, why do I languish and pine?
                                        
                                        And why are my winters so long?
                                        
                                        O drive these dark clouds from the sky,
                                        
                                        Thy soul cheering presence restore;
                                        
                                        Or take me to Thee up on high,
                                        
                                        Where winter and clouds are no more.