Serene I trust in Love divine.
And in this trust fear has no part;
Freed from its bands the grace is mine
Of a restored and tranquil heart.
I need not rush to show my faith;
Upon the will of God I stay,
Advancing find true wisdom's path
The even tenor of Love's way.
No pushing feet, no grasping hands;
I am assured of rightful place.
I move, I wait at God's commands,
And, faithful, yet shall see His face.
And if some bitterness is wrung
Into my cup of Christian joy,
Shall not sweet songs of praise be sung
For bliss untold as Love's envoy?
The Father's messenger sent down
Appeared to Jesus as a dove.
A cross? Awaiting is a crown—
All perfect is the power of Love!
