Into the mystery of life,
Dear Lord, I cannot see;
I only know that I exist,
Made and upheld by Thee.
The brooding presence of Thy love
Encircles me about,
Nor leaves me room for any fear,
Nor place for any doubt.
I know Thee in the cloud by day
As in the fire by night;
Both lead me to my promised home,
The land of my delight.
The future cannot yield me proof
More tender or divine,
Than has the past, that all Thy thoughts
To meward are benign.
And backward if I look, I own
The leadings of Thy love;
Or forward gaze, the same kind hand
Still beckons from above.
So, mercies past the pledge shall be
Of mercies yet in store;
And present love the guarantee
Of love forevermore.
Dear Lord, I cannot see;
I only know that I exist,
Made and upheld by Thee.
The brooding presence of Thy love
Encircles me about,
Nor leaves me room for any fear,
Nor place for any doubt.
I know Thee in the cloud by day
As in the fire by night;
Both lead me to my promised home,
The land of my delight.
The future cannot yield me proof
More tender or divine,
Than has the past, that all Thy thoughts
To meward are benign.
And backward if I look, I own
The leadings of Thy love;
Or forward gaze, the same kind hand
Still beckons from above.
So, mercies past the pledge shall be
Of mercies yet in store;
And present love the guarantee
Of love forevermore.
Reviews
No reviews yet.