I WILL NOT DOUBT, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails
I will believe the Hand which never fails
From seeming evil worketh good for me
And though I weep because those sails are tattered
Still will 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
Which has refused these things for which I yearn
And though at times I cannot keep from grieving
Yet the pure ardour of my fixed believing / Undimmed shall burn.
I WILL NOT DOUBT, though sorrows fall like rain
And trouble 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
I yet shall 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 quail
To breast the mighty unknown sea of death
Oh, may I cry, though body parts with spirit
I do not doubt, so listening worlds may hear it
With my last breath.
——— Richard Fuller.