Cry of Souls Under the Altar
9%Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 4, 1909
FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 5.
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We are scattered like sheep having no shepherd. We have been compelled to forsake house and home. We are as night ravens, which abide in the rocks. Our chambers are in holes and crags. . . . Not only men but likewise women and maidens have borne witness to the truth that Jesus Christ is the truth, the only way to eternal life. The world still rolls, and rests not: it raves as if mad. They invent lies against us. They cease not their fires and murders. O Lord, how long wilt thou be silent? How long wilt thou not judge the blood of thy saints? Let it come up before thy throne. How precious in thine eyes is the blood of thy holy ones. Therefore have we comfort in all our need, a refuge in thee alone, and in none besides; but neither comfort, nor rest, nor peace on this earth. But he who hopeth in thee shall never be confounded. O Lord, there is no sorrow so great, that can separate us from thee.