BY FAITH, NOT SIGHT
Father, the way is dark,
I cannot see,—
A starless night hangs low,
And mournfully
The winds, storm—laden, blow.
I cannot see,—
A starless night hangs low,
And mournfully
The winds, storm—laden, blow.
Mine eyes are blind with tears,—
Reach thou thy hand;
For else I shall not know
Nor understand
The way that I should go.
Reach thou thy hand;
For else I shall not know
Nor understand
The way that I should go.
All silently I stand,—
Thou knowest all,
The loneliness and pain;
The tears that fall,—
The hopes and longings vain.
Thou knowest all,
The loneliness and pain;
The tears that fall,—
The hopes and longings vain.
And so I wait, because
I know thee nigh,
And that the love which heeds
The sparrow's cry
Will care for all my needs.
I know thee nigh,
And that the love which heeds
The sparrow's cry
Will care for all my needs.
So, though the way be dark,
I will not fear,
Sometime the light will be
All bright and clear,
And I shall plainly see.
I will not fear,
Sometime the light will be
All bright and clear,
And I shall plainly see.
Then shall I understand
Thy plans for me,—
Why pain and loss were best,—
Then shall I see
In light and peace and rest.
Thy plans for me,—
Why pain and loss were best,—
Then shall I see
In light and peace and rest.