God Never Fails by W. O. Partridge

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Jan 14, 1904

God Never Fails

By W. O. Partridge

THE dearest things in this fair world must change; Thy senses hurry on to sure decay; Thy strength will fail, the pain seem no more strange, While love more feebly cheers the misty way. What then remains above the task of living? Is there no crown where that rude cross hath pressed? Yes, God remains, his own high glory giving To light thy lonely path, to make it blest.

Yea, God remains, though suns are daily dying, A gracious God, who marks the spar- row's fall; He listens while thy aching heart is sigh- ing; He hears and answers when his chil- dren call; His love shall fill the void when death assails, The one, eternal God, who never fails. — W. O. Partridge.