Faith

MARIAN J. COBB

We Cannot always pierce the mist
Which seems to veil the Father's face;
But when our hearts are heaviest,
By faith, we can Love's image trace.

We may not always silence fear,
When in the lions' den we stand;
But we can know that Love is near,
And cling unto the Father's hand.

So help us, Love, when flesh is weak,
To ever rest upon Thy might,
Until we reach that faith-crowned peak,
Where we shall see with perfect sight.

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