p. 246 | Fret not Thyself by E. T. B.

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jun 10, 1875

Fret not Thyself.

By E. T. B.

FRET not though thousands live for gain, And heap their gold up mountains high ; It cannot ease one hour of pain, Or change the day in which to die.

Fret not thyself though oft it seems Thy way is closed on every side ; Thy trials often are like dreams That leave us as the passing tide.

Fret not, but let thy hope expand With all the happy, pure, and good; And strive to gain that better land Where all is plainly understood.

Fret not, though clouds obscure the sky And but a ray of light is seen ; There is a brighter land on high, Where clouds can never intervene.

Fret not though all is swept away, And death is standing at the door; Remember that a calmer day Will dawn on an eternal shore.

Fret not, the Lord will soon appear With the angels clothed in white; And fill his enemies with fear And the saints with pure delight.

San Francisco, Cal. E. T. B.