Know well, my soul, God's hand controls
Whate'er thou fearest;
Round Him in calmest music rolls
Whate'er thou hearest.
What to thee is shadow, to Him is day,
And the end He knoweth,
And not on a blind and aimless way
The spirit goeth.
Nothing before, nothing behind;
The steps of Faith
Fall on the seeming void, and find
The rock beneath.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
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