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The Soul's Cry for Help

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 23, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 47.

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The Soul's Cry for Help

By R. D. BENHAM

R. D. BENHAM
As through life's wilderness I wander, Tangled maze on every side, Darkening shadows growing longer. Jesus, Master, be my guide.
When my weary footsteps falter. And I seek a place of rest, As I kneel beside thine altar. Blessed Master, be my guest.
When the world turns coldly from me, None on whom I may depend, Those I trusted frown upon me, Saviour! Saviour! be my friend.
When the mountain path before me Proves too narrow for retreat, And the storm cloud hovers o'er me, Then, dear Saviour, stay my feet.
Whether tossed on life's wild ocean, Or, if crossing desert sands, Fear or anguish be my portion, O my Saviour, hold my hands!
When my courage well-nigh fails me, And faith's cable seems to part, And no earthly help avails me, Jesus, strengthen thou my heart.
When the river dark I'm wading, And I find earth's last long rest, When the day's last beam is fading, Clasp me, Jesus, to thy breast.
Cornelius, Oregon.