A Prayer by Joseph H. Beale

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 9, 1909

A Prayer

By Joseph H. Beale

Thou’st swathed our yesterdays in glory, And given songs to cheer the night; Each morn repeats its blissful story; Thou kissest sobs and tears with light, And on the cloud the bow Thou settest All woven in amazing grace, For through these earth-born mists Thou lettest Thy love-light shine in Mercy’s face.

Lo, in the darkest day Thou lendest Thine aid to guide our feet aright,— And to our souls this word Thou sendest, “At evening time it shall be light.” Then Faith the precious promise borrows And looks into Thy loving face, And Hope still hails the glad to-morrows Abounding with unending grace.

O, give us, Lord, that open vision To see the path Thy feet have trod, And lead us to the fields Elysian, And bring us face to face with God. Whatever way Thy wisdom leadeth, Our willing feet would softly tread, Like sheep whom loving bounty feedeth When by the tender Shepherd led.

—Joseph H. Beale.