I will not doubt, tho' all my ships at sea come
drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the hand which never fails,
from seeming evil worketh good for me.
And tho' I weep because those sails are tattered,
still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered;
-- I trust in Thee!
I will not doubt, tho' all my prayers return
unanswered from the still, white realm above;
I will believe it is an all-wise love which has
refused the things for which I yearn;
And tho' at times I cannot keep from grieving,
yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing,
-- undimmed shall burn.
I will not doubt, tho' sorrows fall like rain,
and troubles swarm like bees above a hive,
I will believe the heights for which I strive
are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And tho' I groan and writhe beneath my crosses,
I yet shall see through my severest losses,
-- the greater gain.
I will not doubt. Well anchored is this faith,
like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it will not quail,
to breast the mighty unknown sea of death.
Oh, may I cry, tho' body parts with spirit,
I do not doubt, so listening worlds may hear it
-- with my last breath.
Annie Johnson Flint