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THE MOURNER'S PLEA

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 25, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 30, No. 2.

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THE MOURNER'S PLEA.

By M. E. Guilford

My soul, O God, on thee relies; Bear thou my fainting spirit up; Grant me thy grace in rich supplies, Now, while I drink grief's bitter cup. O let thy Holy Spirit, Lord, Restrain each murm'ring thought, or sigh. Wisdom and love to me accord, As to thy throne for aid I fly.
I pray thee check my rising tears; Faith's healing balm to me impart; Dispel my gloomy doubts and fears; Diffuse sweet hope within my heart, And gently bend my will to thine. In all things I'd submissive be; I would not murmur, nor repine, But calmly trust my all to thee.
Be thou, my hope, my comfort, guide Me while on earth I sadly roam; Be thou my stay, whate'er betide, And safe conduct me to that home, Which lies beyond grief's chilling tide, Beyond death's cold, relentless power, Where joys, eternal joys, abide, And peace doth yield its Eden bower.
O may thy promise, Lord, sustain Me till I reach that heavenly land, Where loved ones I shall meet again, A re-united, happy band. No more by sin nor sorrow pressed, No more bowed down with anxious care, In Heaven we'll dwell among the blest, And all its wondrous glories share.
M. E. GUILFORD. Castalia, Ohio.