TRUST by Mary House

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 18, 1862

TRUST.

By Mary House

“Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”

A THOUGHT to cheer my lonely path, A light to shine upon my way, A hope that brightens every spot, And chaseth every cloud away. 'Tis that a Father's hand doth bring All joy to those who trust in Him.

Though clouds arise above my head, Leaving no space for light to shine— Though trials 'round my pathway meet Like foes arrayed in battle line. What matters it? No grief 'twill bring, If I but put my trust in Him.

When time, with swift and steady hand, My head has crowned with silver hair, And palsied these now active limbs, I will not doubt, nor e'er despair, But when in death my eyes grow dim, Still will I hope and trust in Him.

MARY HOUSE.

Catlin, N. Y.