I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails; I will believe the Hand that never fails, From seeming evil works to good for me. And though I weep because those sails are tattered, Still while I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered: "I trust in Thee." I will not doubt, though all my prayers return Unanswered from the still, white realm above; I will believe it is an all-wise love That has refused these things for which I yearn; And though at times I cannot keep from grieving, Yet the pure passion of my fixed believing Undimmed will burn. I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive. I will believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses, Yet I will see through my severest losses The greater gain. I will not doubt. Well anchored is this faith, Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale; So strong its courage that it will not fail To face the mighty unknown sea of death. Oh, may I cry, though body leaves the spirit, "I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it, With my last breath.