Kept by William Laurie Hill

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Jul 23, 1908

Kept

By William Laurie Hill

'Tis sweet to know I am the Father's child, Whate'er betide; E'en though around me swirls an ocean wild, His hand doth guide.

Kept, safely kept, why should my heart know fear? He watcheth me. He only would his tim'rous child draw near, His grace to see.

We stand amid the storm on mountain-side, The lightning's glare; The thunders roar o'er valleys far and wide, Faith would despair.

But to our fearsome hearts is whispered, “Kept,” Nor need we dread; For though our world be torn and tempest-swept, Hope is not dead.

Kept by the power of God, along life's way, Faith triumphs still; Strength to each soul, according to our day, To do his will.

—William Laurie Hill.