Lead me once more I pray–
Even should it be against my will, Thy way.
Let me not feel Thee foreign any hour,
or shrink from Thee as an estranged power.
Through doubt, through faith, through bliss, through stark dismay;
Through sunshine, wind, or snow, or fog, or shower–
Draw me to Thee who are my only Day.
—George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul