Trust

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 16, 1903

Though Thou slay me, I will trust, Thou art God, but I am dust; Though thou grieve, thy grace I’ll prove, I am loveless, thou art love.

Though thou seem to turn away, I will nearer to thee stay; Though thy silence wound me sore, I will follow thee the more.

Though thy face I can not see, Well I know ’tis turned to me; Though the clouds exclude its light, Well I know its beams are bright.

Though the children’s bread denied, Still I linger by thy side; Though thy fullness thou refuse, Still the crumbs I may not lose.

Any sorrow I can bear, Save the sorrow of despair; Anything thou ask’st resign, Save the bliss of being thine.

Nothing that mine eyes can see Shall disturb my faith in thee; Love to wait can well afford For the leisure of the Lord. —Selected.