Poems (Procter)/Confido et Conquiesco
CONFIDO ET CONQUIESCO.
"Scit; potest; vult: quid est quod timeamus?"
S. Ignatius
RET not, poor soul: while doubt and fearDisturb thy breast,
The pitying angels, who can see
How vain thy wild regret must be,
Say, Trust and Rest.
Plan not, nor scheme,—but calmly wait;
His choice is best.
While blind and erring is thy sight,
His wisdom sees and judges right,
So Trust and Rest.
His choice is best.
While blind and erring is thy sight,
His wisdom sees and judges right,
So Trust and Rest.
Strive not, nor struggle: thy poor might
Can never wrest
The meanest thing to serve thy will;
All power is His alone: Be still,
And Trust and Rest.
Can never wrest
The meanest thing to serve thy will;
All power is His alone: Be still,
And Trust and Rest.
Desire not: self-love is strong
Within thy breast;
And yet He loves thee better still,
So let Him do His loving will,
And Trust and Rest.
Within thy breast;
And yet He loves thee better still,
So let Him do His loving will,
And Trust and Rest.
What dost thou fear? His wisdom reigns
Supreme confessed;
His power is infinite; His love
Thy deepest, fondest dreams above;—
So Trust and Rest.
Supreme confessed;
His power is infinite; His love
Thy deepest, fondest dreams above;—
So Trust and Rest.