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,