O THOU of little faith! why dost thou fear ?

Didst thou forget that Jesus is so near?

And hast thou thought that thou must walk alone?

Behold now at thy side the loved One!

Aye, more than this, thou’rt held within His hand,

And ‘twas Himself that hath thy trial planned!

There was a need be seen by Eye Divine,

Although, perchance, not visible to thine.

And, wherefore wouldst thou see? Thou canst not tell

If what thy heart contends for would be well;

Perhaps thy hope’s fruition would be vain,

Or prove a life-long discipline of pain!

Hast thou not seen, in retrospective life,

That will of God which caused thee bitterest strife

Hath turned to sweetness—while the thing He gave

To suit thy will grew darker than the grave?

There’s rest supreme for souls that choose His will;

A blest security from every ill.

The things God chooses for us never fail!

They have their anchorage within the veil.

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