TRUST

JEANNETTE A. BECKER

Fear thou not, my little one,
Tho' out upon the wold;
Thy Father's hand is near thee,
Thy trustful hand to hold.
The winds may blow, the lions roar,
The wild night-shadows hover o'er'
Thy way of ceaseless striving;
Yet God is near, be not afraid,
The dawn is just arriving.

Trust on, belovéd; e'en as light
Comes gently thro' the air
So peace shall dawn on patient trust
In God's unfailing care.
Now, far across the shining way,
The Master walks at break of day,
And Love is never sleeping;
Be sure, dear heart, thy path is held
In God's most gracious keeping.