Whatever storms upon my soul arise.
However dark and threatening the skies;
However far from well-known paths I go
To face conditions which I do not know;
No matter what the cares I have to meet,
Still let my faith in Thee be pure, complete,
Unshaken, changeless. Let me know my guide,
Unseen by human eyes, is at my side.
Help me to feel Love's tender, outstretched hand;
Help me to trust—until I understand.
No matter what the obstacles I find.
Not for one moment let me look behind,
But onward, ever onward, let me press,
With eyes that would not see the wilderness
But only heights beyond. Let me be strong;
Although the way seem perilous and long.
Let hope sustain me. Let me take my place
Where duty calls, and give not up the race
Until the goal is reached, the prize is won,
And I can hear Truth's silent, sweet "Well done!"
But most of all, I humbly ask of Thee
That gift of gifts supreme—the charity
Which gathers, dovelike, 'neath its brooding wing
A tired world, enfolding every thing
In unselfed love that blesses each and all,
A love that's honest, though the heavens fall,
And dares to speak the word that's needed, yet
Can hold its peace as well; nor doth forget,
When things seem wrong, love shows itself most great
By sometimes being willing just to wait!
