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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 11, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 43.

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Romans Eight

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Tune, “Nellie Gray”
Are you sick, my weary sister, With the roughness of the way? Are you trembling 'neath the cruel hand of fate? Then take the blessed lamp of God, And dry your tears, I pray, While you read the precious words of Romans eight.

Chorus

O, the blessed, blessed words, sweeter than the song of birds, “Neither height nor depth shall separate my soul”! He redeems me for His own. I shall sit upon His throne, While the endless, bright, eternal years shall roll.
O, the height and depth and vastness Of the promises of God! They are brighter than the starry hosts above. They will give us hope and courage As we pass beneath the rod; They will fill the soul with gratitude and love.
'Tis a wondrous panacea For the many ills of life. It will soothe when weary, faint, and desolate; It will help you climb the mountain, It will calm the winds of strife, When you read the wondrous words of Romans eight.
Read it, heed it, brother, sister, Make its promises your own. Till you gain an entrance through the pearly gate, Till you see our blest Redeemer, And sit down upon His throne, Read the sweet, inspiring words of Romans eight.
MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE