Within the Maddening Maze of Things

Within the mad­den­ing maze of things

When tossed by storm and flood

To one fixed trust my spir­it clings;

I know that God is good!

No of­fer­ing of my own I have

Nor works my faith to prove;

I can but give the gifts He gave

And plead His love for love.

I know not where His is­lands lift

Their frond­ed palms in air;

I on­ly know I can­not drift

Beyond His love and care.

And so be­side the si­lent sea

I wait the muf­fled oar;

No harm from Him can come to me

On ocean or on shore.

I know not what the fu­ture hath

Of mar­vel or sur­prise

Assured alone that life and death

His mer­cy un­der­lies.