Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
Who talks of scheme or plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound
The love and power of God.
You praise His justice; even such
His pitying love I deem;
Ye seek a King; I fain would touch
The rove that hath no seam.
Yet in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed trust my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
I know not where His islands lift
There fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
-Whittier
Submitted by: JBD
