Strong in the Lord

Sometimes our way seems hard. The future lies before us dark and gray; Mists veil the path ahead, Unknown the trials to come, unknown the way. Faint-hearted then we fear The coming hours today, we fear the morrow, And we so fain would know What lies in store for us of joy or sorrow. We murmur to our God Within our hearts rebelliously we pray: And oft would our weak hands Reach out in vain, to tear the veil away. Oh weak and foolish man! By changing scenes and future fears dismayed,...