Psalm 23: 41 by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Jun 3, 1915

Psalm 23: 41

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

I'd rather walk by my Master's side Through the “valley of death” so drear Than to walk alone in the pathway wide, ’Mong the flowers of hope and cheer. When my eyes are wet with the tears of grief, And I utter my sad complaint, “Thy rod and staff” bring sweet relief To a heart that is sick and faint.

And I will not fear, though the skies be rent By the lightning’s fiery sword, And the trembling earth and the firmament Shall quake ’neath the voice of the Lord, Though the stars may shake from their giddy height, And the face of the sun turn black, And the pallid cheek of the queen of night Turn red as the comet’s track.

For the King of kings shall fight for me, And his arm is very strong, And so I am sure of victory, For the night cannot be long. Then, O my heart, leap, leap for joy! We are nearing that blissful day When thou shalt “dwell in the house of the Lord,” And thou shalt be glad for aye.