H. A. STEINHAUER by H. A. STEINHAUER

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jan 5, 1905

H. A. STEINHAUER

By H. A. STEINHAUER

*Send comfort down from Thy right hand To cheer me in this barren land, Great God, or I shall die!*

*’Tis not enough to know that Thou In heaven’s courts art seated now, While I here prostrate lie.*

*Prone on earth, oppressed by care, By grief beyond my strength to bear, Behold Thy follower, Lord.*

*In pain I strive on Thee to lay The burden of each weary day, And trust Thy promised word.*

*Too weak my faith; too faint my heart; Although with it I’d gladly part; The load remains the same.*

*Like stricken deer I fain would hide From all the prying world outside What I alone must bear.*

*No human heart to share my woe, No love to soothe to gentler flow These bitter, scalding tears,*

*The sleepless anguish of my breast, The cruel pain, the drear unrest, The torture of my soul*

*Is known to One—and only one!— To Jesus, God’s beloved Son, To whom for help I cry.*

*Send comfort down from Thy right hand To cheer me, in this barren land, Dear Lord, or I shall die!*

*When all earthly helpers fail me, Thou, O God, wilt still befriend; And though sorrows keen assail me, Thou wilt bring them to an end.*

*Nothing earthly lasts forever; Even time will soon be o’er; Wilful sin alone can sever Me from Him whom I adore!*

*Blessed Lord, then let me feel Thee— Present in both heart and home; Sweeter, dearer,—yes, and nearer,— Till the day that Thou dost come!*