Comfort in the Book by Fannie Bolton

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 4, 1916

Comfort in the Book

By Fannie Bolton

SAE weary was I wi' my burden o' care, With failures sae mony, wi' sorrows sae sair, No strength in my heart to attempt ony mair; And I sat doon in tears in a heavy despair.

But, oh, as I wept for the Shepherd's ain crook, I reached up my hand and got hold o' the Book.

“My wee ones,” I read, through my tear-blinded look, And sic comfort my heart in this utterance took,— “He shall carry the lambs in his bosom.”

And I read o' the sheep that went wanderin' away, And the Shepherd left a' for the one gone astray, And he toiled over rocks wi' bruised feet night and day, Till he found the puir lamb, and it quivering lay, To be carried safe home in his bosom.

It's meself! It's meself! It's nane ither than me! I'm one o' his little ones, weak as I'm wee; And I'm bleatin' for him, and he's comin' to see The puir lamb wha has strayed, and he's sayin' sae free, How he'll carry me up in his bosom.

Oh, up in the breast o' the Shepherd! his breast Is athrob wi' sic love! It's a weary bird's nest; It's mair than a mither's compassion, sae blest; It's a place where a puir weary lammie may rest And be carried along in his bosom.

— Fannie Bolton.