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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Aug 6, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 30.

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SOLACE ME.

By J. R. K.

SAD of heart, I come to thee, In my sorrow solace me. Thou, O God, who promised rest To the weary and oppressed. Heed my supplication now, As before thy throne I bow.
Hide not from me thy sweet face, Still support me with thy grace; Still about me clasp thy arm, Shelter me from hurt and harm; Lord, receive thy refugee, Oh! revive and solace me.
Not for fame and wealth I pray, Not for breath to live alway, Not for friend, or joy, or peace, Not that woe and grief may cease Do I frame my humble plea, Only, Father, solace me.
Foes encompass me about, Fears prevail and rising doubt, Hope is baffled, faith is tried, Worth and virtue cast aside, Till at last I fain would flee Far from earth. Lord, solace me.
—J. R. K., in Methodist Recorder.