LORD, is it still the right way, though I cannot see Thy face, Though I do not feel Thy presence and Thine all-sustaining grace? Can even this be leading through the bleak and sunless wild To the City of Thy holy rest, the mansions undefiled? Lord, is it still the right way? A while ago I passed Where every step seemed thornier and harder than the last; Where bitterest disappointment and inly aching sorrow Carved day by day a weary cross, renewed with every morrow. The heaviest end of that strange cross I knew was laid on Thee; So I could still press on, secure of Thy deep sympathy. Our upward path may well be steep, else how were patience tried? I knew it was the right way, for it led me to Thy side. But now I wait alone amid dim shadows dank and chill; All moves and changes round me, but I seem standing still; Or every feeble footstep I urge toward the light Seems but to lead me farther into the silent night. I cannot hear Thy voice, Lord! dost Thou still hear my cry? I cling to Thine assurance that Thou art ever night; I know that Thou art faithful; I trust, but cannot see That it is still the right way by which Thou leadest me. I think I could go forward with brave and joyful heart, Though every step should pierce me with unknown fiery smart, If I might only see Thee, if I might gaze above On all the cloudless glory of the sunshine of Thy love. Is it really leading onwards? When the shadows flee away, Shall I find this path has brought me more near to perfect day? Or am I left to wander thus that I may stretch my hand To some still wearier traveler in this same shadow-land? Is this thy chosen training for some future task unknown? Is it that I may learn to rest upon Thy word alone? Whate'er it be, oh! leave me not, fulfill Thou every hour The purpose of Thy goodness, and the work of faith with power. I lay my prayer before Thee, and, trusting in Thy word, Though all is silence in my heart, I know that Thou hast heard. To that blest City lead me, Lord (still choosing all my way) Where faith melts into vision as the starlight into day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 15 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |