A PRAYER FOR HOPE by A. W. Spaulding

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 14, 1909

A PRAYER FOR HOPE

By A. W. Spaulding

A. W. SPAULDING

SWEET was the peace, my God, wherewith of old I walked with holy company to pray, With voice of joy to sing Thy anthems bold, And satisfy my soul within Thy way. These things I call to mind when now, alone, My tears are all my food both day and night, When in the dark I wake to toss and groan, And in the day my tears bedim my sight.

*My soul, why wilt thou thus cast down remain? Why be disquieted before thy God? Thou canst not seek His mighty help in vain: Thy hope in Him shall bud the prophet’s rod.*

O God, my soul is crushed beneath men's scorn, Billows of wrath that Thou hast bid to roll! O let Thy loving-kindness break the morn, And speak Thou peace again unto my soul! To Thee, O God, I raise in faith my prayer. Thou art my Rock, my sure Foundation-stone; Nor from that Rock can men my footing tear; Thou wilt not leave Thy trusting one alone.

*O soul, who say to thee, “Where is thy God?” Shall see thy sore disquietude no more! Thy hope in Him shall lift thee from the clod! Look up, my soul, thy King is at thy door!*