Since thy Father’s arm sustains thee,
Peaceful be;
When a chastening hand restrains thee,
It is He!
Know His love in full completeness,
Feel the measure of thy weakness,
If He wound thy spirit sore,
Trust Him more.
Without murmur, uncomplaining,
In His hand
Leave whatever things thou canst not
Understand.
Though the world thy folly spurneth,
From thy faith in pity turneth,
Peace thy inmost soul shall fill,
Lying still.
Fearest sometimes that thy Father
Hath forgot?
Though the clouds around thee gather,
Doubt Him not.
Always hath the daylight broken,
Always hath He comfort spoken,
Better hath He been for years
Than thy fears.
To His own the Savior giveth
Daily strength;
To each troubled saint that liveth,
Rest at length.
Weakest ones have largest share
Of the tender Shepherd’s care,
Ask Him not then, “when,” or “how,”
Only bow.