past and of all the future may have in store for me but is there no in is there no physician there will he not take me by the hand and whisper be of good cheer thy sins are forgiven thee will he not heal thy wounds by pouring into them the oil of consolation he has promised to do this � yea much more than this and will he for the first time in the history of mankind fail to perform what he has spoken nay nay and i will doubt no longer my my have compassion upon me and declare to father as the lord my � g trust in god trust in god he will direct thee he love and will protect thee lean upon his mighty arm fear no danger fear no harm trust him for his grace and power trust him in each trying hour trust in god er thee trust him he sometimes thee wild tis in love to lead back when thou from the track trust him cling to him forever and he will desert thee � never trust in god the of ages louder still the tempest heave and roar mountain lash the shore nations tremble � hark the warning comes the night and comes the morning on the walls of catch a glimpse of s lion man of sorrows lamb once slain comes as king of kings to reign and from long oppressed creation break the of salvation trust in god the thee and while such a hope thee wilt thou fold thy hands in ease no the golden moments seize lay thy gift upon the altar thou hast duties � do not a alone and yet not alone am i sad and yet not sad no human form upon my solitude and yet he who fills creation with himself is surely with me sad i am for there are many earthly thoughts that contribute to cast a shade upon my soul and yet heavenly thoughts soon such mournful ones songs of hope oil that affection might be placed upon things above and not on things on the earth my heart be gloomy when such a glorious prospect opens before me � a world of immortal beauty by the presence of god himself and a glorious city even the new fly lingering moments fly away and bring that long expected day when christ shall appear in glory to take his weary children home thou shalt know hereafter the wind has how still and tranquil all the ghastly moon still shines upon the wall while other eyes are closed why do i weep ye welcome sleep and bear me to the shadowy land of dreams where t by crystal streams and gathered flowers would never fade or talked angels the pleasant shade it was a dream ah yes and life to me was once a dream � smooth as the placid sea when all is calm and on its bosom lies the golden radiance of the summer skies there came a storm � the thunder s dreadful roar the angry waves that beat against the shore awakened me � oh i had lived too long in the bright of fancy and of song perhaps twas well the storm swept o er the sea perhaps twas well the tumult startled me twas well i learned there s much to do and dare wild much to be suffered much to meekly bear but when i found the real though and thought of life and trembled as i when like the leaves in autumn day by day the hopes i cherished hastened to decay and hopeless helpless in my great despair i turned to earth but found no solace there twas well for me that in the darkened skies i sa w the star of arise i know not why though nature to know that all my dreams of happiness below should be thus yet the time is near when i poor often here shall reach the port and safely at last the scenes and sufferings of the past � beholding where the shadows darkest lay the dawning glory of immortal day and all along the path that seemed so leaving this one memorial � god was here thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty the thought is ever present shall these eyes indeed see the maker of the universe shall these feet indeed walk the golden city shall these hands wave the palm of victory and strike the of the glorious harp whose music shall be sweeter than that of david s can this be possible and do i and mourn because of present a� oh the future the future what has it not in reserve for me glories of which mortal never dreamed eternal life � eternal happiness � perpetual youth � knowledge un songs of hope bounded yet ever increasing fly fly fly days of pain and sorrow hail all hail bright of it will come and i � oh the thought me � i poor and wretched and sinful shall be blessed forever forever all is well dark the future before me bitter my bosom swell but a light is breaking o er me and a voice � all all is well sad and lone has been my journey sad and lone my way must be care and sorrow pain and sickness long have been allotted me sunshine that o er youthful a bright and magic spell seldom breaks upon my pathway yet i know that all is well if the hand that guides the the when they cry can it be that i m unnoticed by a father s loving eye he has thoughts of mercy toward me his designs i cannot tell tis enough for me to trust him he knows best � and all is well many doubts and many shadows oft have flitted through my mind wild flowers and i ve questioned sadly but no 