Within the maddening maze of things, When tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good! No offering of my own I have, Nor works my faith to prove; I can but give the gifts He gave, And plead His love for love. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care. And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
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