Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,And the heart faints beneath his chast’ning rod;
Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,
Still will we trust in God.
Our eyes see dimly ’til by faith anointed,
And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;
Through him alone, who hath our way appointed,
We find our peace again.
Choose for us, God, nor let our weak preferring
Cheat us of good thou hast for us designed;
Choose for us, God; thy wisdom is unerring,
And we are fools and blind.
Let us press on, in patient self-denial,
Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss;
Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial,
Our crown beyond the cross.
-W.H. Burleigh
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