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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 1, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 5.

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Out in the Storm

By Clarence H. Urner

WHY should he fear to be alone, What is there in himself to fear? Does he not walk with conscience clear, And God in heaven is on his throne?
The song of cheer he tries to sing, Slain of the wind, falls at his feet; But in his soul his trust is sweet, Whate'er his rayless path may bring.
What is there in his fate to curse? The Lord of heaven is sovereign here; And he is God of atom, sphere, Of planet, system, universe.
Out in the storm he needs must tread Rough ways to him unknown, untrod; His soul is brave, for God is God Of chasm below as heaven o'erhead.
Out under starless skies to-night With winds ahowl like beasts of prey, He onward gropes his darkened way, Assured his steps will lead to light.
— Clarence H. Urner.