TRUST by Pauline S. Fife

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 25, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 43.

TRUST.

By Pauline S. Fife

THE night is here. The stars Keep watch in heaven's blue, And seem to say to me, "O, trust! thy God is true." The birds do sleep. They fold Their tiny wings and rest, Content to trust in Him Who always doeth best.

How still it is—no sound Save of these solemn trees, Which whisper secrets strange To every passing breeze!

I can not choose nor see My way. When darkness drear Hides from mine eyes the path, My heart grows faint with fear.

But hush! I hear a voice; I feel a presence near; And, tho I see no form, i know that God is here.

Ah, surely He will guide Me home! I need no light, Nor fear with such a One To walk in blackest night.

My soul, be still! Some day Shall lift the night of sin, As fades the morning mist To let the sunlight in.

Sad heart, canst thou not trust As do the birds? O, fling Away thy foolish fear, And in the darkness sing!

And now, while sorrow's night Lets down its dreary pall, Teach me to trust, O Thou Who watcheth over all.

Oakland, Cal. Pauline S. Fife.