TRUST | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 29, 1861

TRUST.

Yes, will I trust! In all my fears Thy mercy, gracious Lord, appears To guide me through this vale of tears, And be my strength.

Thy mercy guides the ebb and flow Of health and joy, of pain and woe, To wean my heart from all below, To Thee, at length.

Yes—welcome pain—which Thou hast sent; Yes—farewell blessings—Thou hast lent; With Thee alone I rest content, For Thou art heaven.

My trust reposes, safe and still, On the wise goodness of Thy will, Grateful for earthly good—or ill, Which Thou hast given.

O blessed Friend! O blissful thought! With happiest consolation fraught; Trust Thee I may, I will, I ought— To doubt were sin.

Then let whatever storms arise, Their Ruler sits above the skies, And lifting unto Him my eyes, 'Tis calm within.

Dangers may threaten, foes molest; Sorrows increase, disease infest; Yes, torn affections wound the breast For one sad hour.

But faith looks to her home on high— Hope casts around a cheerful eye; And love puts all the terrors by, With gladdened power.