p. 219 | Untitled article by M. A. Holt

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · September 17, 1867

YE WAITING ONES, BE STRONG.

By M. A. Holt

Here a sad pilgrim I wander alone, My heart oft bleeding, feet weary and torn, And often I list through the breakers' wild roar, For the sweet voice of hope from the evergreen shore. And oft her glad notes, my sinking heart thrill, As sweetly she bids me wait on, and be still. My grace is sufficient, the Father has said, Be faithful, and gladness shall rest on thy head When the time is fulfilled; my promise is sure, Be patient lone pilgrim, in meekness endure, My love I have freely shed forth in thy heart, The sword of the Spirit my grace will impart, That charity which suffereth long and is kind, The comforter too, to strengthen your mind. All my sweet mercies most freely are given, And ever unsleeping, the Father from Heaven Watches his own, with pitying eye, And hourly when tempted the angels are nigh, To bear up your hands, and strengthen your heart. O then, weary pilgrim, bid doubting depart, And trust the kind Father; his promise is sure, The reward is for those who patient endure.

M. A. HOLT.

Wolcott, Vt.