FAITH

If I could feel my hand, dear Lord, in Thine

   And surely know

That I was walking in the light divine

   Through weal or woe;

If I could hear Thy voice in accents sweet

   But plainly say,

To guide my trembling, groping, wandering feet"

   "This is the way,"

I would so gladly walk therein, but now

   I cannot see.

Oh, give me, Lord, the faith to humbly bow

   And trust in Thee!

There is no faith in seeing. Were we led

   Like children here,

And lifted over rock and river-bed,

   No care, no fear,

We should ~e useless in the busy throng,

   Life's work undone;

Lord, make us brave and earnest, true and strong,

   Till heaven is won.

Sarah K Bonlto.

By permission.