F. E. Walrond - C. W. W. lyrics

Thou child of faith--whose little store of days Was beautiful with prayer, whom Reverence Made humble, and white-handed Innocence Led purely thro' the dust of earthly ways-- God spared thy soul the terror and amaze Of that fierce wrestling with Omnipotence, Which Jacob knew at Peniel, the suspense Of aching doubt, and error's long delays. Thy spirit questioned not, but saw fulfilled The uttermost of love when Calvary Beheld the consummation of all years. Ah, childlike trust! so fair to us who build The altar of our faith by dark degree, And join the stones together with our tears.