That I felt thus while passing the gate;

But feelings which beckon to higher results,

Thoughts I may not attempt to relate.

When fortune’s wheel turns, will the gate opened be,

Be opened for me to come through?

Shall I find the same friends and the dear quiet room,

And my former engagements pursue?

To Him who controls all the myriad worlds,

With Him would I leave each event;

I would move in his order, and walk in his light,

And know that my time is well spent.

Then whether I ever that gate pass, or not,

Those loved ones again ever see,

The gates of the City will open for all

Who its glories and beauties would see.

Trust all to God.

We wait on God, our strength renewed,

Our love of self and pride subdued,

We then can cruel slander bear,

Nor ask why we these sufferings share.

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