-Yonkers Statesman

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 19, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 20.

—Yonkers Statesman

Retrospection

He was better to me than all my hopes, He was better than all my fears; He made a bridge of my broken works, And a rainbow of my tears. The billows that guarded my sea-girt path Carried my Lord on the crest; When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march, I can lean on His love for the rest.

He guided by paths that I could not see, By ways that I have not known; The crooked was straight, and the rough made plain, As I followed the Lord alone. I praise Him still for the pleasant palms, And the water springs by the way; For the glowing pillar of flame by night, And the sheltering cloud by day.

Never a watch on the dreariest halt, But some promise of love endears; I read from my past what my future shall be, Far better than all my fears; Like the golden pot of the wilderness bread, Laid up with the blossoming rod, All safe in the ark of the law of the Lord, Is the covenant care of my God.