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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 5, 1908

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 85, No. 45.

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The Word of God

By Mary Valliant Nowlin

MARY VALLIANT NOWLIN
The Word of God brings holy cheer, When sorrow broods with black wing down; When overhead, and far and near, We seem to feel Jehovah’s frown. When in the darkness we would give A world to feel a friendly hand; When life itself seems vain to live— The why we can not understand.
Defeated and undone, we bow, Crushed by the tempter, and alone, With none to soothe the aching brow, When night is come, and day has gone. Ah! then it is Gethsemane Has meaning all unknown before— The bitter cry of agony, The drops of blood His temples bore.
In such an hour God’s Word reveals A hope more dear, a joy more free, And o’er our broken spirit steals A balm from far-off Galilee. It binds the trembling cords that break From heart throbs full of weariness; And then we hear, while hopes awake, The rustle of His seamless dress.
O precious Word! fain would I know More of thy meaning pure and deep, That in Christ’s likeness I may grow, And all my ways from sinning keep. O may that Word forever be My lamp, my guide on life’s dark way, Until upon the crystal sea I stand in God’s eternal day.
Takoma Park, D. C.