And bless Thee still, with free and boundless trust.

Mrs. Hemans.

O let my trembling soul be still,

While darkness veils this mortal eye,

And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will:

Wrapp’d yet in fears and mystery,

I cannot, Lord! Thy purpose see!

Yet all is ruled—since ruled by Thee.

When mounted on Thy clouded car,

Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,