FAITH | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Feb 11, 1889

FAITH.

I WILL not doubt, though 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 though I weep because those sails are tattered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I'll trust in Thee."

I will not doubt. Well anchored in 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. Oh! may I cry, though body parts with spirit, "I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it, With my last breath. —Selected.