When mists obscure the earth, we do not see
The glory of the rising sun
Nor glimpse the majesty of mountain height,
Nor starlit sky when day is done.
When fear enshrouds the thought, we cannot know
The peace that is our heritage;
We cannot vision that which God has done,
Nor all His wondrous blessings gauge.
We do not question that the sun still shines
Above the mists and chilling rain,
And when these pass we know that we shall see
The beauty of all things again.
Then, can we doubt the Father's loving care,
And that when all our fears subside
We shall behold through eyes undimmed by tears
That He has always been our guide?