FEAR not, beloved! Go calmly on,
God chooseth out thy way;
Hath not the Lord of Glory shone
On this thy path today?
Acquaint thyself the more with Him,
And thou shalt be at peace;
Bring vessels: fill them to the brim―
Think not the oil will cease.
When every cup is drained dry,
Where nature sought to drink,
God giveth more of His supply,
Than thou canst ask or think.
He turns the vessels upside down―
He shows how frail they be—
Ere Love’s own labor He will crown
From Love’s exhaustless sea.
Ah! be not troubled. Evermore
His eye the meek shall guide.
The desert-need will soon be o’er,
The Lord doth still provide.
No, never thee the Lord will leave,
No, never thee forsake,
If “this Man” sinners doth receive,
“His own” His care He’ll make.
Rejoice in Him, though all around
Should charge thy soul to weep,
The Special Treasure He hath found,
Trust thou His skill to keep.
His every jewel, set, shall shine
Full in His glory’s light;
Thou Living God, the day is Thine!
Thine also is the night!