I walk with bare, hushed feet the groundYe tread with boldness shod;I dare not fix with mete and boundThe love and power of God...I know not where his islands liftTheir fronded palms in the air;I only know I cannot driftBeyond his love and care.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

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

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.