p. 7 | CLIFFORD A. RUSSELL by Clifford A. Russell

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 2, 1907

CLIFFORD A. RUSSELL

By Clifford A. Russell

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CLIFFORD A. RUSSELL

SOMETIMES the day may seem dreary, Sometimes the pathway be steep, And our poor aching limbs may be weary, And the way may be rough to our feet; 'Tis then that we feel the soul yearning For comfort and solace and rest, Little thinking and little discerning God knows what for us is the best.

Though the day may bring suff'ring and sorrow, Though the night may be crowded with pain, Blessed hope comes to cheer with the morrow, And the sunlight is streaming again. Every cloud has a silvery lining, Every trial a glad victory, When we think that beyond us is shining The sunlight of eternity.

Then why be discouraged and fearful; God's way is always the best. We'll trust him with hearts that are cheerful, And lean on his strong arm for rest.

Our Saviour has marked out the pathway; He has conquered sin, death, and the grave; We'll follow his leadings till some day He'll come all his loved ones to save.