FRET not, poor soul: while doubt and fear Disturb thy breast, The pitying angels, who can see How vain thy wild regret must be, Say, Trust and Rest. Plan not, nor scheme, -- but calmly wait; His choice is best. While blind and erring is thy sight, His wisdom sees and judges right, So Trust and Rest. Strive not, nor struggle: thy poor might Can never wrest The meanest thing to serve thy will; All power is His alone: Be still, And Trust and Rest. Desire not: self-love is strong Within thy breast; And yet He loves thee better still, So let Him do His loving will, And Trust and Rest. What dost thou fear? His wisdom reigns Supreme confessed; His power is infinite; His love Thy deepest, fondest dreams above; So Trust and Rest. |