TRUST

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 23, 1877

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 strangely 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 for God will there 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.

I may not draw aside the mystic veil That hides the unknown future from my sight, Nor know if for me waits the dark or light; But I can trust.

I have no power to look across the tide, To see, while here, the land beyond the river; But this I know, I shall be God’s forever, So I can trust.

London Evening Magazine.