I clasp in faith the hand of God,
And trust His loving care.
I know no plan or creed that leads
So near His throne as prayer.
I have no room in my short creed
For aught but loving trust;
The future has no fears for me,
I know that God is just.
I do not wait in dread or doubt,
Only His love I know:
Nor shall I miss the good He gives,
If love for love I show.
And O, if my poor tired feet
Stray from the beaten track,
I can but feel that Love Divine
Will surely lead me back.
