Lord, we know that Thou art near us, Though Thou seem’st to hide Thy face; And are sure that Thou dost hear us, Though no answer we embrace. Not one promise shall miscarry Not one blessing come too late Though the vision long may tarry Give us patience, Lord to wait. While withholding—Thou art giving In Thine own appointed way And while waiting we’re receiving Blessings suited to our day. O the wondrous loving-kindness Planning, working out of sight, Bearing with us in our blindness, Out of darkness bringing light. Weaving blessings out of trials, Out of grief evolving bliss; Answering prayer by wise denials When Thy children ask amiss. And when faith shall end in vision, And when prayer is lost in praise, Then shall love, in full fruition, Justify Thy secret ways. |