Fearest sometimes that thy Father Hath forgot? When the clouds around thee gather, Doubt him not. Always hath the daylight broken; Always hath He comfort spoken; Better hath he been for years Than thy fears.
Therefore, whatsoe'er betideth, Night or day, Know His love for thee provideth Good alway. Crown of sorrow gladly take; Grateful wear it for His sake; Sweetly bending to his will, Lying still.
To his own thy Saviour giveth Daily strength. To each troubled soul that liveth, Peace at length. Weakest lambs have largest share Of the tender Shepherd's care; Ask him not the "When," or "How"; Only bow.
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, But only to discover and to do With cheerful heart the work that God appoints.
I will trust in him That he can hold his own; and I will take His will, above the work he sendeth me, To be my chiefest good.
I know not if the dark or bright Shall be my lot; If that wherein my hopes delight Be best or not.
It may be mine to drag for years Toil's heavy chain; Or day and night my meat be tears, On bed of pain.
Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee; Or I may dwell alone, and mirth Be strange to me.
My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine; And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine.
One who has known in storms to sail I have on board; Above the raging of the gale I hear my Lord.
He holds me when the billows smite; I shall not fall; If sharp, 'tis short; if long, 'tis light, He tempers all.
Safe to the land, safe to the land! The end is this: And then with him go, hand in hand, Far into bliss.
I cannot see, with my small human sight, Why God should lead this way or that for me; I only know he saith, "Child, follow me." But I can trust.
I know not why my path should be at times So straitly hedged, so strongly barred before; I only know God could keep wide the door; But I can trust.
I find no answer, often, when beset With questions fierce and subtle on my way, And often have but strength to faintly pray; But I can trust.
I often wonder, as with trembling hand I cast the seed along the furrowed ground, If ripened fruit will in my life be found; But I can trust.
I cannot know why suddenly the storm Should rage so fiercely round me in its wrath; But this I know--God watches all my path, And I can trust.