When is the Time to Trust
Author unknown
Submitted by Jan Bergeron
Summer 2008
When is the Time to Trust
When is the time to trust?
Is it when all is calm,
When the waves the victorʼs palm,
And life is one glad psalm
Of joy and praise?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is when the waves beat high,
When storm clouds fill the sky,
And prayer is one long cry,
Oʼ help and save!
When is the time to trust?
Is it when friends are true?
Is it when comforts woo,
And in all we say and do,
We meet but praise?
Nay, but the time to trust,
Is when we stand alone,
And summer birds have flown,
And every prop is gone,
All else but God.
What is the time to trust?
Is it some future day,
When you have tried your way,
And learned to trust and pray,
By bitter woe?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is in this moment of need,
Poor, broken, bruised reed!
Poor, troubled soul, make speed,
To trust thy God.
What is the time to trust?
Is it when hopes beat high,
When sunshine gilds the sky,
And joy and ecstasy
Fill all the heart?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is when our joy is fled,
When sorrow bows the head,
And all is cold and dead,
All else but God.
Submitted by Jan Bergeron
Summer 2008
When is the Time to Trust
When is the time to trust?
Is it when all is calm,
When the waves the victorʼs palm,
And life is one glad psalm
Of joy and praise?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is when the waves beat high,
When storm clouds fill the sky,
And prayer is one long cry,
Oʼ help and save!
When is the time to trust?
Is it when friends are true?
Is it when comforts woo,
And in all we say and do,
We meet but praise?
Nay, but the time to trust,
Is when we stand alone,
And summer birds have flown,
And every prop is gone,
All else but God.
What is the time to trust?
Is it some future day,
When you have tried your way,
And learned to trust and pray,
By bitter woe?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is in this moment of need,
Poor, broken, bruised reed!
Poor, troubled soul, make speed,
To trust thy God.
What is the time to trust?
Is it when hopes beat high,
When sunshine gilds the sky,
And joy and ecstasy
Fill all the heart?
Nay, but the time to trust
Is when our joy is fled,
When sorrow bows the head,
And all is cold and dead,
All else but God.
