From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
Ye timid saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.
His mighty purpose ripens fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.