FAITH | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 25, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 33.

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 trust in Thee."

I will not doubt, though 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, though at times I cannot keep from grieving, Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing Undimmed shall burn.

I will not doubt, though 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, though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses, I yet shall see through my severest losses The greater gain.

I will not doubt. Well anchored in this faith, Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale, So strong its courage 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.