ELIZA H. MORTON by Eliza H. Morton

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 6, 1906

ELIZA H. MORTON

By Eliza H. Morton

Sweetness

ELIZA H. MORTON

'Tis sweet to feel at eventide, When tasks are done, There's One who knows our weariness At set of sun. O God, our God, our hearts to thee We lift in prayer; No words thy sweetness and thy love Can e'er declare.

'Tis sweet to tell thee all our grief When lone and sad, For thou dost send the Comforter To make us glad. O God, our God, we love thy Word, Our all is thine. We know our strength is found in Christ, The living Vine.

'Tis sweet to say, with confidence, Our Jesus lives; To feel the current of the life He freely gives. O God, our God, forsake us not; We need thy care, For woe and wickedness and want Are everywhere.

'Tis sweet to think that down the years So far away The truth of all the ages comes To us to-day. O God, our God, help us that truth Now to proclaim; Give power to keep thy law by faith In thy dear name.

North Deering, Maine.