Faith

I can not feel the Everlasting Arms supporting me, Yct I know thev are there ; I can not see the loving eycs bent tenderly upon me W'luri i knaalin prayer; And yet I know that UGred eyt-s "in pitvinij love look down, Wliile a voice is gently wliispering, "no cross, no crown." And so iny cross-I'll tiike it up, and bravcly bear it on Through Hfe's fast-tleeting years; I lio strugKÜng, hulting, often very weaiy, l'll faltcr not lítrause of douht or fenrs; Kor tho' I can not- inay not see, I know there's a Huiiliri haiiil, Lndtllg me ícntly, salVIv, surely, unto a f.iircr land.