by Dorothea Day (1900)
Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ--the Conqueror of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance
I would not wince, nor cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance,
My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That life with Him--and His the aid
That, spite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and will keep me, unafraid.
I have no fear though strait the gate:
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate!
Christ is the Captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley