At the End of the Pathway by Grace Ellen Bruce

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California, U.S.A. · Oct 21, 1930

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 57, No. 41.

At the End of the Pathway

By Grace Ellen Bruce

GRACE ELLEN BRUCE

THE air was hot and sultry, A full moon shone round and bright; With a weary, sorrow-burdened heart I crept into the night, Away from the brightly lighted room And the many merry friends, To walk alone beneath motionless trees, To the place where the pathway ends In a quiet little garden, Flooded with soft moonlight, Where myriad blossoms motionless stood In the stillness of tropical night.

While I stood at the end of the pathway, My sorrows began to depart; I felt the touch of a hand on mine, And a wonderful peace filled my heart. The Master walked in that garden; He knew I sought Him there, In quiet meditation, A burdened heart in prayer. Sorrow fled from His presence, Sweet peace filled its place, There in the moonlit garden Where He met me face to face.

O burdened heart, go meet Him there, Where the winding pathway ends In the quiet, fragrant garden of prayer, Where the loving Saviour bends To catch the faintest whisper Breathed from a burdened heart, Places His loving hand on yours, And bids your sorrows depart.