Securely cabined in the ship below,
  Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea,
  A pathless wilderness of waves to me:
  But yet I do not fear, because I know
  That he who guides the good ship o'er that waste
  Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced.
  Blindfold I walk this life's bewildering maze;
  Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain pass,
  Through thornset barren and through deep morass:
  But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways,
  And bare my head unshrinking to the blast,
  Because my Father's arm is round me cast;
  And if the way seems rough, I only clasp
  The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.