Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
|HOPE THOU IN GOD.|
O soul, why shouldn't thou downcast be?
Or mourn thy temporal lot;
Where'er 'tis cast, what's that to thee --
Doth not God choose the spot?
Rouse thee, and labor for success!
And be thou well assured;
The shadows near the end grow less,
And pain must be endured.
Although I meet with conflicts here,
And storms beset my path,
Though devils shoot their fiery darts
Of disappointed wrath,
My feet upon the blood-marked way,
Shall ever onward press,
And looking to the "perfect day,"
My faith shall not grow less.
What if the ungodly spread a snare,
And wicked councils-meet--
Lord, guard with loving, watchful care,
My timid, faltering feet.
Soul, thou must daily suppliance make,
If thou wouldn't well be fed--
The righteous He will not forsake,
Nor shall his seed beg bread.
The cloudy pillar day by day,
The fiery cloud by night,
Shall mark the straight and narrow path,
That leads to lasting light.
Where trembling hope receives her sight,
Where flowers eternal grow--
God's presence beams forever bright,
And living waters flow.