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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 21, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 51.

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• Come and Be at Rest

By JAMES POE-CRYDER

JAMES POE-CRYDER
I HAVE no light; the way is wrapped in gloom, While far I stray; I fear the awful mist that shrouds the tomb, That bars my way. Come thou, O Christ, a little nearer come, And with thy changeless light, light thou me home.
What holds the silent grave, the voiceless grave? I faint with fear! Is there no God of love that still can save, That yet can hear? O loving Christ! I cast my fears on thee. Come thou, thou fount of love, O come to me!
“I am the way,” I hear thy voice at last, “The way and light, To him who sees by faith, the night is past, The mist of night. Then come to me, and lie upon my breast, Thou one of sorrow, come and be at rest.”
Gillespieville, Ohio.