hands have held my child-hood up, And strengthen'd all my youth. A men.

foun-tain whence our healing flows; Dark though the night, joy com- eth with the

2 When fond hopes fail and skies are dark before us,
When the vain cares that vex our lives increase,
Comes with its calm the thought that Thou art o'er us,
And we grow quiet, folded in Thy peace.

3 Naught shall affright us on Thy goodness leaning;
Low in the heart faith singeth still her song;
Chastened by pain we learn life's deeper meaning;
And in our weakness Thou dost make us strong.

4 Patient, O heart, though heavy be thy sorrows;
Be not cast down, disquieted in vain;

Yet shalt thou praise Him, when these darkened furrows,
Where now He plougheth, wave with golden grain.

Frederick L. Hosmer, 1881