George Rawson (1807–1889)

MY Father, it is good for me

To trust and not to trace;

And wait with deep humility

For Thy revealing grace.

Lord, when Thy way is in the sea,

And strange to mortal sense,

I love Thee in the mystery,

I trust Thy providence.

I cannot see the secret things

In this my dark abode;

I may not reach with earthly wings

The heights and depths of God.

So, faith and patience, wait awhile!—

Not doubting, not in fear;

For soon in heaven my Father’s smile

Shall render all things clear.

Then Thou shalt end time’s short eclipse,

Its dim, uncertain night;

Bring in the grand apocalypse,

Reveal the perfect Light.