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My Saviour at Last

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Nov 7, 1907

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 84, No. 45.

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My Saviour at Last

By B. E. Beddoe

B. E. BEDDOE
O, to me the earth is drear When my Saviour is not near ! Earth to me can but impart Trouble, sin, and aching heart; Joy doth fade, and I'm alone; Blasted hopes do make me moan.
Life is sweet if Thou art near, Struggles I no longer fear, Storms may sweep and tempests roar, Battles come as ne'er before; Yet, my Lord, if thou art near, Tempests I no more shall fear.
Lord, for thee our spirits yearn, Hoping for thy soon return. Soon we'll see thee, bright and fair, Come from heaven to take us there. Where thou art we then shall be, Saved and blest, at home with thee.
Genoa, Nev.