IF Patriarchal days alone were thine— Though we might well adore the mighty Hand Which oft has led thee in the Promised Land To trace the glories of thine earlier line, Thou faithful servant of that Lord Divine Which tends like Shepherd true the minished band Of Israel—though such life in wisdom planned Might well our hearts to wondering faith incline, Now wonder yields to high and hallowing thought That faith alone could lead thine onward way And teach our souls with earthly cares distraught To follow through the gloom that brightening ray Which leads thee, now thine earthly work is wrought, Leaning on God, to wait the coming day. |