A poem for those enduring trial

I read the following in an old Christian pamphlet that my sweet, deceased Grandma sent me over 12 years ago! The pamphlet is called "The Value of Trials" By Mrs. Judson A. Elliot. It is unknown to me who the author of the poem included is from. I thought it was such a good reminder for times of trial and wanted to share.

"He's helping me now - this moment,
Though I may not see it or hear,
Perhaps a friend far distant,
Perhaps a stranger near;
Perhaps by a spoken message,
Perhaps by the printed word;
In ways that I know and know not,
I have the help of the Lord.

He's keeping me now - this moment,
However I need it most;
Perhaps by a single angel,
Perhaps by a mighty host;
Perhaps by the chain that frets me,
Or the walls that shut me in;
In ways that I know and know not,
He's helping my crown to win.

He's guiding me now - this moment,
In pathways easy or hard;
Perhaps by a door wide open,
Perhaps by a door fast barred;
Perhaps by a joy with-holden,
Perhaps by a gladness given;
In ways that I know and know not
He's leading me up to Heaven."

Isn't that beautiful?