Though disappointment, care, and pain,
Have bent my heart to their decree,
One thought hath ever led me on,
It is, that it was so to be.
Oft would my weary spirit faint,
My heart yield almost to despair,
Did not "a still small voice" exclaim,
"There is no change, but God is there."
That mighty power which points the shaft,
And forms the spirit to endure,