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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 30, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 35.

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MRS. W. H. WAKEHAM

By Mrs. W. H. Wakeham

Eventide

MRS. W. H. WAKEHAM

FATHER, the day grows weary, and I fain would rest. Prepare my couch With thine loving hand, as thy Blest promise reads, and I will lay Me down in trustful confidence Of sweet repose.
How desert seems The place! And this, my pillow, were A stone beneath my aching head, But thy dear hand is there. And in The strong embrace of thy right arm My troubled heart is gently wooed To slumber calm, refreshing.
Father, Didst thou provide this canopy Of love above my burning brow? And these refreshing showers, so cool, And softly poured in mercy on My trembling soul, speak healing all divine.
O, in the shadow of This mighty Rock, and thou, my tried And trusted Keeper near, in vain The hosts of evil may encamp Without in vales below. For thou Dost compass all my lying down With anthems of deliverance. And should I wake at midnight's hour So lone, my song shall be of thee: For thou art with me still, and naught In heaven or earth, or in the depths Below, can separate me, Lord, From thy great heart of love.
Father, Thou art my all in all. Thou dost Supply from thine abundance each And every need in sickness or In health, in poverty or store. And when at last this night of earth Shall vanish in the glories of Eternal day, I shall awake In thine own likeness, Lord, and then I shall be satisfied forevermore.
Cairo, Egypt, Dec. 31, 1905.