We need not fear that Truth will die!
In ages past, nor you nor I
Stood by to watch it fall or stand;
But still our God's sustaining hand
Made sure it never fell!
Oh, what a comfort just to know,
That on through ages as we go,
God's truth makes safe each darksome turn,
Where roads may meet, or hatred burn,
And men seem near to hell!
The word means much; it makes full plain
That aching hearts, all earthly pain,
But seem—because we know not Love,
Nor lift our eyes to look above,
Where shines the light for all!
Oh, weary wanderer on earth,—
Whate'er the time you came to birth,—
Man always was, in God, complete;
Whose law has never known defeat,
Nor change, nor great, nor small!
