"Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.. .

"His purposes will open fast,

Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

"Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain;

God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain."

MAN AND HIS HORSE