p. 5 | ABIDE WITH US by Annie Clarke

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 12, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 28.

ABIDE WITH US.

By Annie Clarke

ABIDE with us; the somber shadows gather, The light fades to the past, The chilling gloom of doubt is all around us, And night has come, at last!

We need Thee in life's daytime, when the sunlight Gilds everything we see; For joy is only joy as Thou art with us— All gladness comes from Thee.

But O! we need Thee sorely when the darkness Droops downward like a pall; When joy has spread her wings, her nest forsaken, And tears like rain-drops fall.

When by the grave of our dead hopes we linger, And silence meets our cry, We look to heaven, but only see the storm-clouds— No stars are in the sky.

Abide with us! then darkness has no terror, And doubt and fear shall cease; Our deepest griefs shall all be soothed to silence, Lulled to Thy perfect peace. —Annie Clarke.