Classic Poem

Thy trial day on earth must bring
Trouble in mercy given,
To fit thee for thy conflicts here,
And for thy crown in heaven.

But when they come, remember then
A promised help is nigh;
A Father's kind and pitying ear
Is open to thy cry.

Then may the light of these blest words
On all thy pathway shine:
" I will, thou shalt; " the hearing ear
Be his, the praise be thine.