Thy Savior is near thee, suffering, lonely, tempted friend! Thou art not the plaything of wild chance. There is a purpose in thy life which Jesus is working out.

Let thy spirit flee for rest to Christ and to His pierced hand which opens the book of thy life! Rest thee there! Be patient and trustful! All will work out right. Someday thou wilt understand. In the meantime, trust Him “though sun and moon fail, and the stars drop into the dark.”

What though the way may be lonely, And dark the shadows fall; I know where’er it leadeth, My Father planned it all.

The sun may shine tomorrow, The shadows break and flee; ’Twill be the way He chooses, The Father’s plan for me.

He guides my halting footsteps Along the weary way, For well He knows the pathway Will lead to endless day.

A day of light and gladness, On which no shade will fall, ’Tis this at last awaits me— My Father planned it all.

I sing through shade and sunshine, And trust what’er befall; His way is best—it leads to rest; My Father planned it all.

God is working out His purpose.