I will believe, tho all around my way
Dark shadows fall, and wintry winds be chill;
I know that after night shall come the day,
My Father cares, and naught can work me ill.
I will believe, tho all my days be spent
In ceaseless toils from morning ’til the night;
My father knows, and I can rest content,
His trusting child is precious in His sight.
I will believe, tho faith be sorely tried;
God’s promises forever shall endure;
all needful things will surely be supplied,
I will not doubt, but rest in Him secure.
I will believe, when life’s last task is done,
I know that I shall see the Christ I love;
And fellowship so sweet on earth begun
Shall evermore endure with Him above.
Bessie Patton Gilmore