WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 1, 1916

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

By Worthie Harris Holden

Trust

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

There will be no “if” on the other side, No streams to ford, and no heaving tide, No desert wastes with their burning sand, No brambles thick in a fettered land, But undimmed and clear will God's plans unfold Where the crystal stream threads the streets of gold.

Here an “if” brings shiver of fright or fear, Here are brows perplexed and the falling tear, Yet e'en now, amid all our throes of woe, We can reach His hand, in this vale below. As he clasps us tight, we may safely tread, Though the way is dark and our joy is dead.

There's a peace that broods o'er the ills of life, There's a hope serene mid the world's mad strife, For we know the might of the Father's hand Though his thoughts we here may not understand, And the morning bright of the cloudless day Will reveal his love in our wintry way.

Portland, Oregon.