O THOU of little faith! why dost thou fear ?
Didst thou forget that Jesus is so near ?
And hast thou thought that thou must walk alone ?
Behold now at thy side the loved One !

Aye, more than this, thou'rt held within His hand,
And 'twas Himself that hath thy trial planned !
There was a need be seen by Eye Divine,
Although, perchance, not visible to thine.

And, wherefore wouldst thou see? Thou canst not tell
If what thy heart contends for would be well ;
Perhaps thy hope's fruition would be vain,
Or prove a life-long discipline of pain !

Hast thou not seen, in retrospective life,
That will of God which caused thee bitterest strife
Hath turned to sweetness - while the thing He gave
To suit thy will grew darker than the grave ?

There's rest supreme for souls that choose His will ;
A blest security from every ill.
The things God chooses for us never fail !
They have their anchorage within the veil.