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Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jan 27, 1876

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 2, No. 9.

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“Abba.”

Dear God, where art thou gone? I cannot see thy face— I dare not live alone; Lord grant me grace Till I can feel thee near In every place!
Father, where art thou gone? I cannot feel thy hand. With groping steps and slow, In a strange land, Blindly I struggle on At thy command.
Why dost thou leave me, Lord, In this mine utmost need? I trusted in thy word; Is this the meed, Of those who follow thee Where’er thou dost lead?
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Dear child, foolish and blind, Footsore and weary—lo! Mine arms about thee twined, Feel thy heart-beating. No, I have not left thee—I Will with thee go.
Through the dark, chilly night— The silent night—and I Will strengthen thee, when sight Is gone, and with lone cry Thou seemest God-forsaken, Fain to die.
Behind the lonely cloud, Through which must lie thy way, Behind the weeping crowd, There lingering to pray, The angels sing aloud In endless day!