Nor dark Thy ways, O God;
But in the lonesome night,
Our eyes, long blind, could see
Nothing divine aright.

Though dim is yet our sight,
And weak is our desire,
The dawn is growing bright
To which our souls aspire.

For all Thy Word declares
Thy people's portion is
The manna and the springing well,
The height and depth of bliss.

H. C. C.