W. H. Burleigh
STILL will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,
And the heart faint beneath His chastening rod;
Through rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,
Still will we trust in God.
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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.
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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.
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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.