God Gives the Victory by R. W. Barbour

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 6, 1908

God Gives the Victory

By R. W. Barbour

Lord, I thank Thee who hast wounded, for the mercy that abounded, For the multitudinous mercy flowing forward like a sea; For the deeps that rolling o’er me arched into an arm that bore me; For the thunder-step of time that woke Thy peace, eternity,

And I thank Thee that the thunder never woke one word of wonder, Only hushed the murmurous thought and drove rebellion far away, That the wrath revealed outside me showed a rest where I might hide me Till the inward clouds rejoined the outer darkness black as they,

Therefore Thee I praise forever, merciful Taker, mighty Giver, Taking but to give, and giving none but Thou to take away; And if darker clouds encrust me, though Thou slay me, I will trust Thee, For Thy hurt is simple healing, and Thy darkness simple day,

—R. W. Barbour.