Whitney

If I forget… yet God remembers.
If these hand of mine cease from their clinging… yet the hands Divine hold me so firmly that I cannot fall.
And if sometimes, I am too tired to call for Him to help me… then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart, and lifts my care.

I dare not fear
since I am in God’s keeping,
shielded so from all else that would harm.

And in the hour of stern temptation,
strengthened by His power,
I tread no path in life to Him unkown,
I lift no burden, bear no pain alone.

My soul- a calm, sure hiding place is found- the everlasting arms my life surround.

God, Thou art love, I build my faith on that.
I know Thee who has kept my path,
and made light for me in the darkness,
tempering sorrow so that it reached me like a solemn joy.

It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.