When in the storm it seems to thee
That he who rules the raging sea
Is sleeping--still, with bended knee,
Believe good things of God.
When thou hast sought in vain to find
The silver thread of love entwined
With life's oft-tangled web--resigned,
Believe good things of God.
And should he smite thee till thy heart
Is crushed beneath the bruising smart,
Still, while the bitter tear-drops start,
Believe good things of God.
'Tis true, thou canst not understand
The dealings of thy Father's hand;
But, trusting what his love has planned,
Believe good things of God.
He loves thee! In that love confide--
Unchanging, faithful, true, and tried;
And let or joy or grief betide,
Believe good things of God.
Thou canst not raise thy thoughts too high;
As spreads above the earth the sky,
So do his thoughts thy thoughts outvie:
Believe good things of God.
In spite of what thine eyes behold;
In spite of what thy fears have told;
Still to his gracious promise hold--
Believe good things of God.
For know that what thou canst believe
Thou shalt in his good time receive;
Thou canst not half his love conceive--
Believe good things of God.
--William Luff.