Oh God! my way is dark and troubles rise;
Earthly friends fail,
And foes prevail;
I see
No earthly refuge, but I lift my eyes
And see Thee near,
Ready to hear
My plea.
In Thee alone I trust; Thy love I cherish;
Thy gracious arm
Shields from all harm;
I know
Thou canst not leave my trusting soul to perish:
Tempest and Flood.
Come at Thy nod
And go.
Thou wilt give grace and glory; all the cares
That press on me
I take to Thee
Thy grace
All that Thy child can need richly prepares,
And matchless power
In danger’s hour
Displays.
No ills can reach him whom Thine arms surround;
Disease must fly―
I cannot die;
I stand.
Firm and secure on faith’s eternal ground.
Lowly, but bold,
I firmly hold
Thy hand.
Then peace, my heart! though threatening storms impend,
And blackest night
Shuts from my sight
The sky —
Though heaven and earth may pass away, MT FRIEND,
Even He whose will
The storm can still
Is nigh.
Then will I cast on Him even ALL my cares
He clothes” and, feeds,
And all my needs
Supplies.
He loves to hear my praises and my prayers;
And bids me come
To my blest home,
The skies.
All storms and clouds will soon have passed away;
Then will be seen,
Bright and serene
Thy face.
And, in the light of that eternal day,
Thy child shall know
That ALL below
Was GRACE.
—S. T. R.
Hantsport, Canada.