How shall I sing the praise
Of Him who is the Lord of all my days?
How can my tones conform
With His, whose clarion rules the raging storm,
Though men hear not His voice, nor view His form?
Can any creature of a passing day
Touch His high footsteps on their heavenly way?
We know man lives not here,
As leaves that fall with every passing year,
As falling leaves that fade,
That laugh or weep in sunlight or in shade
For one brief hour, then in the dust are laid.
Our life in Truth can never faint or fail
In God's eternity within the veil.
My life is hid in Him;
I see my path amid the darkness dim
Illumined by His light;
Why should I fear for all the foes of night,
That fain would fill with anguish and affright
The trembling thoughts of men; why should I fear
If His bright sun bear up my steadfast star?
