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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 18, 1867

J. H. W

By J. H. W.

Oh, spare thy people, Saviour, Let all thy servants cry, Weeping before thine altar; Oh, spare us lest we die, We cast ourselves on thee; Let not our enemies prevail; From all that now our faith assail, Oh, set thy children free.

Though clouds of darkness lower, And love is waxing cold, Rebuke the tempest’s power, Protect thy scattered fold. Anoint our blinded eyes; Clothe us with thine own righteousness, And cause the brightness of thy face Upon our steps to rise.

Draw near, dear Lord, in mercy, And hear thy children’s prayer. Thy hand cannot be shortened, Nor dull thy listening ear. Dispel the clouds of night; Oh, make us strong to overcome, And bring us safely to our home On Zion’s glorious height.