Testo Satisfied

It matters not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. And of these stones, or tyrants' thrones, God able is To raise up seed -- in thought and deed -- To faithful His. Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence! Our God is good. False fears are foes -- truth tatters those, When understood. Love looseth thee, and lifteth me, Ayont hate's thrall: There Life is light, and wisdom might, And God is All. The centuries break, the earth-bound wake, God's glorified! Who doth His will -- His likeness still -- Is satisfied.