Classic Poem

A pure and child-like trust,—
Be this my better part—
To give Thee from the dust
An undefiled heart!

Bowed down, my Lord, not crushed
By Thine own good decree;
Be each emotion hushed
That trusts not still in Thee.

The oil of joy for tears
Thy love shall yet bestow;
And praise, through endless years,
For heaviness below!

For ashes shall the pride
Of beauty's garments be
To him who, sorely tried,
Still trusted, Lord, in Thee!