Classic Poem

My God, I rather look to thee
Than to my fancies fond,
And wait till thou reveal to me
That fair and far Beyond.

I seek not of thine Eden-land
The forms and hues to know,
What trees in mystic order stand,
What strange, sweet waters flow;

What duties fill the heavenly day,
Or converse glad and kind;
Or how along each shining way
The bright processions wind.

O sweeter far to trust in thee
While all is yet unknown,
And through the death-dark cheerily
To walk with thee alone!

In thee my powers, my treasures live,
To thee my life must tend;
Giving thyself, thou all dost give,
O soul-sufficing Friend!