We find our peace again.
3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring
Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed;
Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,
And we are fools and blind.
4 So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows,
And day pour gladness through his golden gates;
Our rough path leads to flower-enameled meadows
Where joy our coming waits.
5 Let us press on in patient self-denial,