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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 5, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 31, No. 21.

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“The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.”
Oh! weary heart, upon life's rugged mountains, Where trembling feet but slowly find their way, Searching for shady grot or cooling fountains, Where quiet waters in the silence stray; Fainting with cares, bowed with life's weary trial, Weak with the contest of temptation's night, God is thy refuge, fear not his denial, But trust thyself to his strong arm of might.
In silence underneath and all about thee, By restful hands a sure foundation laid; No fear from clouds within or storms without thee, His love a mighty refuge stands arrayed. The eternal God is thine in every hour, Thou shalt his strength divine and glory see; Be filled with grace above all human power, Wherewith he sets his own beloved free.
Oh! then, if on the highway thou shalt weary, And find no grateful shade in which to rest, The trees too far, the path so long and dreary, Bethink thee how his children may be blest; How all the day his tender love doth cover, And makes each soul beside him safely dwell, Till earthly days and nights, alike are over, And hearts no more their weary wanderings tell.
—Methodist.