By Dorothea Day Out of the light that dazzles me , Bright as the sun from pale to pale , 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 the 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 shall keep , me unafraid . I shall not fear , though straight the gate ; He cleared from punishments the scroll . Christ is the Master of my fate ; Christ is the captain of my soul .