Lord, we know that Thou art near us,
Though Thou seem’st to hide Thy face;
And are sure that Thou dost hear us,
Though no an­swer we em­brace.

Not one pro­mise shall mis­car­ry
Not one bless­ing come too late
Though the vi­sion long may tar­ry
Give us pa­tience, Lord to wait.

While with­hold­ing—Thou art giv­ing
In Thine own ap­point­ed way
And while wait­ing we’re re­ceiv­ing
Blessings suit­ed to our day.

O the won­drous lov­ing-kind­ness
Planning, work­ing out of sight,
Bearing with us in our blind­ness,
Out of dark­ness bring­ing light.

Weaving bless­ings out of tri­als,
Out of grief evolv­ing bliss;
Answering pray­er by wise de­ni­als
When Thy child­ren ask amiss.

And when faith shall end in vi­sion,
And when pray­er is lost in praise,
Then shall love, in full fru­ition,
Justify Thy sec­ret ways.