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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 10, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 45.

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Christ Is All

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE
O BLESSED Christ! my Strength, my King, He is my comfort and my stay; In him I hope, of him I sing While toiling o’er life’s rugged way. Chiefest among ten thousand he, For Christ, my King, is all to me.
Ofttimes my heart is filled with gloom, My timid soul with doubt and grief, Voices from darkness and the tomb Cry out for comfort and relief. When others fail to understand, Then he, my Saviour, takes my hand.
Yea, he who made this soul of mine Knows well its weakness and its fears; He chides me not when I repine, But gently wipes away my tears. He sweetly calleth me by name, And loves me evermore the same.
Yea, Christ, my blessed Lord, is all; My everlasting Rock is he; He sweeteneth each cup of gall, And listens to my weakest plea. He hears my cry, he speaks my name, And loves me evermore the same.
When, in that land of endless day, Faith shall give place to living sight, And pain and death shall flee away Before the rapturous glory bright, With ransomed voice I’ll shout and sing, “Thou hast redeemed me, Christ my King!”
Lansing, Mich.