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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, August 13, 1867

All that we in weakness may be wanting, All in all I find my friend to be. All my sorrows, trials and temptations, Knoweth he, and kindly helpeth me. True, my friend doth sometimes seem to tarry, But he said, ’Tis but a little while, Then again awhile and I am near thee, And thou canst enjoy my sweetest smile.

Jesus, when of doubting Thomas mindful, How his heart is full of unbelief, Grants to him, his wounds to touch in mercy; To behold them, thus removes his grief. Thomas, moved by Jesus’ kind compassion, And regained by marks of agony, Crieth, full of joy and godly sorrow: O my Lord, my God, my Surety!

Dearest Saviour, give to me this favor; Thy blest wounds to also touch and see. Write the marks of dying love and mercy On my heart, accept me thus with thee. Tender Shepherd, think how thy disciples, Gathered by the gospel trumpet’s sound; Only through thy wounds and by thy guidance, Can escape and e’er be faithful found.

Trials sore and perils now are thickening, As the end of all things is at hand. Dangers and temptations fearful threaten To exclude us from the promised land. Jesus, save us in this time of trouble. Lead us on, a little lowly band, Bring to us the shower of refreshing; Prince of peace, save by thy mighty hand.