The Old-Time Faith

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, Cal. · Feb 6, 1912

The Old-Time Faith

The old-time faith was a right good faith, And the old-time faith's still best For the hearts that love what the Bible saith Of the wonderful waters of rest. And it taught us this, which is best of all: No clouds arise and no shadows fall Too dark for the sun to pierce above If the heart looks up through the tears of love.

The old-time faith was a simple thing, And it wore well day by day; And we knew by it that to sing and sing, And we knew by it that to pray and pray, Would not count much if we could not show Our faith by works, or high or low; And he's best served who service gives To help some life that round him lives.

The old-time faith — ah, it knew its place, And it's just as good right now As it ever was for the hearts of grace That it satisfied somehow; That it taught to trust in an equal love And a justice firm as the dome above, And a patient, homespun sort of sense That for every tear there was recompense.

O, the old-time faith! When the clouds to-day Seem darker clouds than aye, It won't be long till they blow away And the sunshine floods the sky. When the storms beat round and the thunder roars, For every drop that the rain-cloud pours A rose will bloom and a blade will thrust Its green delight through the wayside dust! — Anonymous.