1 Grows dark thy path before thee?
Press on! still undismayed;
Heaven shines resplendent o'er thee,
Though earth be wrapped in shade.
2 And God, thy trust, hath given,
With word from swerving free,
The angels of high heaven
A charge concerning thee.
3 Then though thy feet may falter
Even at early morn,
And from hope's burning altar
The light may be withdrawn, --
4 Yet from thy self-prostration
Thou shalt awake in power;
From tears and lamentation,
To conquest every hour.
5 Strong in thy perfect weakness,
Thy strength shall never fail;
Mighty in holy meekness,
Thine arm shall still prevail.