Mid earth’s carnage, groans, and anguish,
Falling Empires, hearts that break,
Comes a Voice from yonder glory,
Breathing still Love’s well-known story,
“I’ll ne’er leave thee; nor forsake.”
Precious Saviour, Lord, Redeemer,
Well Thou knowest all our needs;
But Thy grace and strength remaineth;
Thine own peace and joy sustaineth;
And Thy Love all thought exceeds.
Meanwhile, midst this worldwide sorrow,
What should be Faith’s hope today?
“Turn to God” ye warring nations;
Make to Him your supplications;
And ye Christians “pray”!
“In a moment,” Jesus cometh;
And His loving voice we’ll hear,
Changed; caught up; and with Him ever;
Like Him, too, where naught can sever,
What, indeed, have we to fear?
Yes, dear Lord, our hearts are longing,
Just to see Thee “face to face”;
And, in glory, sing with gladness,
Where there’s neither sin nor sadness,
Of Thine all-surpassing grace.
Trusting soul, God shall sustain thee,
Nothing can thy peace destroy;
Tho’ the “night” may find thee “weeping”;
Thou art still in His own keeping;
And the “morning” bringeth joy.
S. T.