"THOUGH HE SLAY ME, YET WILL I TRUST IN HIM."
OFT by trials overborne,
Baffled where I strove to do,
Not the way I would have gone
Thou, dear Lord, hast led me through
Yet, believing, I can say,
It was best—this very way.
Baffled where I strove to do,
Not the way I would have gone
Thou, dear Lord, hast led me through
Yet, believing, I can say,
It was best—this very way.
And to-morrow can I doubt
What Thou orderest will be best?
Darkness may be round about;
Faith may meet its sorest test;
But the past must lend a my
Of assurance for that day.
What Thou orderest will be best?
Darkness may be round about;
Faith may meet its sorest test;
But the past must lend a my
Of assurance for that day.
Not in vain Thy grace has wrought
Secretly, against my will,
Bringing me to think this thought
And to trust Thy mercy still;
Trusting, as I surely may,
Just because of yesterday.
Secretly, against my will,
Bringing me to think this thought
And to trust Thy mercy still;
Trusting, as I surely may,
Just because of yesterday.
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