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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 26, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 30.

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As Thy Day

By Mary H. Finn

As this my day! O, promise blest! Sweet words of comfort, words of rest! No more with boding fear I wait To read to-morrow's hidden fate. Whate'er its toils, whate'er its tears, Whate'er its perils, pains, and fears, While sun and stars and worlds endure, The old, sweet promise standeth sure.
The Hand that holds the world upbears My weary heart with all its cares. The Eye that slumbers not has seen My graveyard mounds with grasses green. My Father's pitying love has read The pain behind the tears I shed. How comforting his words to me, “Child, as thy day, thy strength shall be.”
As this my day! my little day! My broken, troubled, thwarted day; The day whose roseate morning bloom Was quenched and darkened into gloom! The morn of gifts! the noon of loss! The lengthening shadow of the cross! Once more, my Father, say to me, “Child, as thy day, thy strength shall be.”
—Mrs. Mary H. Finn.