Trust

1 Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing,
And cold and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing,
And dead leaves tell that the summer has passed,
Yet my face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart as calm as a summer sea;
I am glad to receive what my God hath given,
Whate’er it be.

2 When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
His wind blows blessing I surely know;
For I’ve ne’er a want but that He attends it;
My heart beats warm, though the winds may blow;
The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,
So bright were the blossoms on every bough;
I trusted Him when the roses were blowing—
I trust Him now.

3 Oh, small were my faith should it weakly falter,
When now the roses have ceased to blow;
And frail were the trust that now should alter,
To doubt His love when the storm clouds grow;
If I trust Him once I must trust Him ever—
His way is best, though I stand or fall;
Through wind or storm He will leave me never,
For He sends all.

4 Now why should my heart be faint and fearing?
The Mighty One rules above the storm;
For even the wintry blast is cheering,
Revealing His power to keep me warm;
No, never a care on my heart is pressing,
And never a fear can disturb my breast;
Yes, everything that He sends is blessing,
For He knows best.

• Audio recording from Timeless Truths #1103
• MIDI file from Timeless Truths #1103