Poems (Louisa Blake)/Confidence in God

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CONFIDENCE IN GOD.
When dark afflictions gather round, When friends their trust betray,And when the few who really loved Are torn by death away,—
We feel as if each kindly wish Were frozen in the heart,And that the links which bound us here Are broken all apart.
And are we then left all alone, Is there not one above?Yes! and to him we may apply, For God is perfect love.
Supported by his guardian hand, I'll steadfast fear no ill,Want, penury, disease may come, But I will trust him still.
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Though sorrow come, and sickness sore Bring me to death's dark shade,In humble trust I will adore, And never be dismay'd;
For there is one firm, constant friend, His love I'll ne'er distrust,And 'mid the chastenings he may send Will still say, "God is just."
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