Oh, strong in faith! thus cheerfully to fling
With unreluctant hand, thine earthly all
Upon God’s altar! Did no fear appal,
No dread arise of future suffering,
Of anguish such as poverty may bring
To the worn frame, o’ertasked? No—for between
Thy faith and God no cloud did intervene.
Thou couldn’st no doubt the fulness of that Spring
Whence flowed thy sure supply! Thrice happy thou,
On whose unquestioning faith the Saviour’s eye
Looked and approved! Thy record is on high—
And, taught by thee, my doubting soul shall bow,
And own with shame its former fears unjust,
Clinging henceforth to God in perfect trust.
