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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 14, 1881

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 7, No. 26.

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NOT LONG.

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE.
MASTER, my heart is sad, When wilt thou come? My soul is filled with fears, Mine eyes with bitter tears, Oh, take me home.
Dost thou not see my heart? Dost thou not know My sorrow and my grief? Haste, Lord, and bring relief From all my woe.
Master, why dost thou stay? O Lord, how long Ere thou wilt come to reign, Dispel earth's blight and pain And bitter wrong?
See'st thou how many choose The pathway broad? My hope is well-nigh dead, My courage almost fled; How long, O God?
Temptations press me sore, The foe is strong; Yet, ere my courage dies, My wayworn spirit cries O Lord, how long?
Hark! through the dreary night, Gloomy and wild, I hear these blessed words, Sweeter than song of birds, "Not long, my child."
Say to the trembling soul, Tried one, be strong; Though dark thy stormy ways, Courage! thy Lord delays Not long—not long.
Vernon, Mich., June 15, 1881.