At Last I Know

I pondered oft in silent hoursAbout His wondrous love divine,And thought, Ah! would it meet all need When trials came to me or mine? And would I doubt and shrink in fear And blindly stumble through the night,Or would I, trusting, know His voice And cry: Dear Lord, I see the light?

And now 'tis past, the valley trod, The days of trial came to me, And oh! my heart is filled with thanks That I did look with faith to Thee.The true support, the joy that came, The tender blessings Truth did show! I no more doubt His changeless love,But sing, dear God, at last I know.

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Physics and Progress
April 9, 1932
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