DEPENDENCE by M. A. Holt

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 7, 1868

DEPENDENCE

By M. A. Holt

I AM weary—very weary, But my ceaseless watch I keep; As the dangers thicken near me, At my post I dare not sleep.

I am lonely, oh, so lonely, As I walk this vale of grief; Pitying Jesus, thy sweet mercy, Only can afford relief.

I am fearful; Kind Protector Lead me through the boiling waves; Give me, ’mid the rising tempest, All the strength my weak heart craves.

I am sinful; O my Saviour, Thy white robes to me impart. May thy meek and quiet Spirit, Quite subdue my restless heart;

That I bear life's burdens meekly, Till the joyful summons come, Bursting through the darkness, sweetly, “Child, your Father calls—come home.”

M. A. HOLT.