Poems (Kimball)/"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him"
"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.
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.
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.
Nay, forgive me! poor indeed Is the faith whose backward gaze Seeks for signs that it may plead In behalf of coming days, Strengthening timid hope to say, "He was gracious yesterday."
Ah, how little do we know Of Thy mercy's magnitude!How our faith should burn and glow With the thought that Thou art good!And in adoration say, "I will trust Him, though He slay."
Once Thou didst bestow a sign That forever should suffice; Showing forth the Love Divine In that one supreme device. Though all else should pass away, Faith shall find that sign its stay.
Come, then, darkness, suffering, loss; Come temptation, sorrow, death; By that sign, the holy Cross, Faith forever conquereth; And foretasting Life can say, "I will trust Him, though He slay."