Poems (Holley)/Steps we Climb
STEPS WE CLIMB.
I.
Like idle clouds our lives move on,By change and chance as idly blown;Our hopes like netted sparrows fly,And vainly beat their wings and die.Fate conquers all with stony will,Oh, heart, be still—be still!
II.
No! change and chance are slaves that waitOn Him who guides the clouds, not fate,But the High King rules sea and sun,He conquers, He, the Mighty One.So powerless, 'neath that changeless will,Oh, heart, be still—be still!
III.
As a young bird fallen from its nestBeats wildly the kind hand againstThat lifts it up, so tremblinglyOur hearts lie in God's hand, as He Uplifts them by His loving will,Oh, heart, be still—be still!
IV.
Uplifts them to a perfect peace,A rest beyond all earthly ease,'Neath the white shadow of the throne—Low nest forever overshoneBy tenderest love, our Lord's dear will;Oh, heart, be still—be still!