Still Will We Trust
( Originally Published 1868 )
WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH
STILL will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,
And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod ;
Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,
Still will we trust in God !
Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,
And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain ;
Through Him aone who hath our way appointed
We find our peace again.
Choose for us, God !—nor let our weak preferring
Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed ;
Choose for us, God !—thy wisdom is unerring,
And we are fools and blind.
So from our sky the night shall furl her shadows,
And day pour gladness through his golden gates ;
Our rough path leads to flower-enamelled meadows,
Where joy our coming waits.
Let us press on in patient self-denial,
Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—
Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial ;
Our crown beyond the cross.