Faith, like an unsuspecting child, Serenely resting on its mother's arm, Reposing every care upon her God, Sleeps on His bosom, and expects no harm. Receives with joy the promises He makes, Nor questions of His purpose or His power; She does not doubting ask, "Can this be so?" The Lord has said it, and there needs no more. However deep be the mysterious word, However dark, she disbelieves it not; Where Reason would examine, Faith obeys, And "It is written" answers every doubt. In vain with rude and overwhelming force Conscience repeats her tale of misery; And powers infernal, wakeful to destroy Urge the worn spirit to despair and die. As evening's pale and solitary star But brightens while the darkness gathers round, So Faith, unmoved amidst surrounding storms Is fairest seen in darkness most profound. |