Before us stands the shrouded way,
The threshold dim, the path untrod.
For wisdom, courage, faith we pray
To tread it in the fear of God.
Thus far His love has brought us through;
And, come what may, one thing we know –
The hand that helped us hitherto
Will never, never let us go.
Beyond the partings and the pain,
Beyond the mists, in light divine,
We’ll catch the broken threads again,
All woven into one design.
I. Y. Ewan (verses 4-6)