“We have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us.”
We see but traces of God’s ways
His paths are far past finding out,
In each dark vale are hidden rays,
Great starlit steps surround his house.
But in pain’s blind bewilderment
We lose our way without his hand,
Without our eye on him to guide,
Left pathless, in a pathless land.
But when our hearts turn to His sorrow,
Scourging, wounds and thorn-crowned cross;
In darkness, brighter than tomorrow,
Silent, He speaks to every loss.
Trace with our hand where went the nail,
Show us, where was pierced your side;
To find in you no fault or blame;
Our Father, hallowed be your name.