Securely cabined in the ship below
Thru darkness and thru storm I cross the sea,
A pathless wilderness to me:
But yet I do not fear, because I know
That He who guides the good ship o'er the waste
Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced-
Blindfold I walk this life's bewildering maze;
Up flinty steep, thru frozen mountain pass
Thru thorn-set barren and thru deep morass
But strong in faith I tread uneven ways
And bare my head unshrinking to the blast,
Because my Father's arm is round me cast.
And if the way seems rough I only clasp
The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.

Poems of the Way