GOD IS OUR REFUGE by M. E. GUILFORD

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 26, 1867

GOD IS OUR REFUGE.

By M. E. GUILFORD

From mortal man we've naught to fear, Whate'er his power or party creed; God is our refuge—ever near, A present help in time of need.

The proud with scornful laugh, or frown, May rudely, coldly, pass us by; We need not mourn, nor feel cast down, Our fellowship's with Christ on high.

Malicious hate, doth sometimes try To brand with infamy our name; We call for help—God hears our cry— No heartfelt prayer ascends in vain.

Do waves of trouble o'er us roll? And anxious cares pervade our breast? His promise cheers the stricken soul; “Come unto me, I'll give thee rest.”

Let Satan hurl his poisonous darts, E'en tho' they pierce our very soul, We'll flinch not; God will strength impart, And bear us on to win the goal.

When from the jeering, mocking, throng, Fall words of ribaldry and hate, He turns our sighing into song, And bids us watch, and pray, and wait.

Our star of hope doth brightly beam, Tho' all around is dark and drear; We hold by faith His promise, e'en Till clouds disperse, and dawn appears.

M. E. GUILFORD. Castalia, Ohio.