Micronesian Medical Missionary, Rhonda Green, RN, had placed this in her recent letter:
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
You fearful saints, fresh courage take; the clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
– William Cowper
Jesus in Idaho Falls 
Thank you for posting this. I needed it.
From John Henry Newman, written while detained by illness in Italy and desirous to return to England:
“Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
“I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!
“So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!
“Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.”
See also “It is Well With My Soul,” written after the author had lost all financially and his four daughters in a shipwreck.
“Thy will, not mine, be done.”
“Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief.”