Still will we trust, tho’ earth seem dark and dreary,

And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod;

Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,

Still will we trust in God!

2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,

And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;

Through him alone who hath our way appointed,

We find our peace again.

3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring

Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;

Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,

And we are fools and blind.

4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,

And day pour gladness through his golden gates;

Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadows

Where joy our coming waits.

5 Let us press on in patient self-denial,

Accept the hardship, shrinking not from loss—

Our guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial;

Our crown, beyond the Cross.