FAITH

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 3, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 49.

I WILL not doubt, tho all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails; I will believe the Hand which never fails, From seeming evil worketh good for me. And tho I weep because those sails are tattered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, “I trust in Thee.”

I will not doubt, tho all my prayers return Unanswered from the still, white realm above; I will believe it is an all-wise love Which has refused these things for which I yearn; And tho at times I can not keep from grieving, Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing Undimmed shall burn.

I will not doubt, tho sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I will believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And tho I groan and writhe beneath my crosses, I yet shall see through my severest losses, The greater gain.

I will not doubt. Well anchored is this faith. Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale; So strong its courage that it will not quail To breast the mighty unknown sea of death. O, may I cry, tho body parts with spirit, “I do not doubt,” so listening worlds may hear it With my last breath.

—Anon.