TRUST by H. P. B.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 12, 1878

TRUST

By H. P. B.

Still trust Thee? Yes! Has not Thy tender hand E'en o'er the pathless mountains rugged, As well as through the burning desert sand, Made paths for feet that chose their own wild way, Instead of thine beneath fair skies o'er-studded With thy love, where sweetest blessings lay?

Trust Thee? Whom else in earth or Heaven beside,— Whom else desires the contrite spirit broken? Wait thou, my soul, if mercy be denied; Thy Rock and thy defense for patience holds The visitation of some gracious token; Abide then where love's banner, trust, unfolds.

Then lead the soul that trusts Thee on and up, Though by the road of sacrificial altar Which Abram made after that joyous sup With angels; only let it, purified, Dwell where strength shall never fail or falter,— Beneath the shadow of the Crucified.

H. P. B.