We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seekers of the best, We come back laden from our quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.

I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.

God gives quietness at last.

The steps of faith fall on the seeming void, but find the rock beneath.

The steps of faith fall on the seeming void, but find the rock beneath.

God is and all is well.

I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

The still, sad music of humanity.

And, step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.