But Thou wast kinder than he dreamed,
As age by age brought hopes more fair,
And nearer still Thy kingdom seemed.
4 But never rose within his breast
A trust so calm and deep as now;—
Shall not the weary find a rest?
Father, Preserver, answer Thou!
5 ’Tis dark around, ’tis dark above,
But through the shadow streams the sun;
We cannot doubt Thy certain love;