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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, November 12, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 22

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“LOVEST THOU ME?”

By Vesta N. Cudworth

AIR—“Nearer my God to thee.”

Father the night is dark, Lonely I stand; Sad grows my trembling heart, Give me thy hand. Aye, Jesus speaks to me, Have all forgotten thee? In thine extremity, Lovest thou me?

If on this desert strand, Had sunbeams smiled, Wouldst thou have sought my hand, Poor tempted child? When all was bright to thee, Thou hadst forgotten me; Now when all others flee, Lovest thou me?

E’en to the very brim With drops of bliss I fill’d thy cup; to win Thee by thy grace. Thou hast drank greedily, But have forgotten me; Now when thy cup is dry, Lovest thou me?

And when my cloud obscured Thy path so wild; Still was thy faithful Lord Near his lone child; For I with grief did see, Joy turned thy heart from me; In thine extremity, Thou lovest me.

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.

Springfield, Mass.