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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 26, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 43.

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“Thou God Seest Me”

By Mrs. S. L. Stout

MRS. S. L. STOUT
Mid mountains drear, or sea's broad strand, Or sheltered vale, or burning sand, Or arid wastes—it matters not; Where'er be cast my earthly lot, I'm 'neath the shadow of Thy hand;
Amid the multitude, or 'lone; In foreign land or humble home; 'Neath fig-tree, bowed in humble prayer, Or pillowed on a cold rock bare. Thou slumberest not, all-seeing One.
Visions of light thou giv'st thine own; On topmost height bright gleams are sown: From thine eternal throne it glides, Nor prison wall thy glory hides; By angel bands to earth 'tis borne.
Darkness and light are like to thee, By rocky shore or shadowy lea; On midnight winds, or wings of morn, To distant climes should I be borne, I'll ne'er forget, “Thou seest me.”
Moline, Ill.