SPIRIT OF GOD by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 30, 1903

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 52.

SPIRIT OF GOD.

By L. D. Santee

I NEED Thy sweet spirit, my Saviour, For my life is a-weary with care. And the sorrows that chasten my spirit Are oftentimes heavy to bear. Before Thee I humbly am kneeling, And for strength in my weakness I pray. O, come with the touch that brings healing, And drive all the shadows away.

I need Thy sweet spirit, my Saviour, To give me the graces I need; The peace that flows deep as a river; The meadows of love where I'd feed; The patience that knoweth not sorrow; The trust that is stayed but on Thee; The hope that sees joys on the morrow; The Day-star o'er life's troubled sea.

I need Thy sweet spirit, my Saviour, To guide through the day and the dark. When the tempests of earth break in fury, I would flee as the dove to the ark. I would rest in the arms everlasting, And sweet shall my confidence be; For the hand that I love has been casting My sins in the depths of the sea.

I need Thy sweet spirit, my Saviour, When bereaved, I stand close by the tomb. 'Tis then I would know that the loved one Shall awake and arise from the gloom; That free from the country of shadows They shall enter the kingdom of God, Rest in peace in the evergreen meadows, Where the footsteps of sin never trod.

I need Thy sweet spirit, my Saviour, Till I pass from Time's desolate shore To the city of love and of gladness, Where sorrow can come nevermore. Where is joy for the brows that are weary, Where is rest for the hands that hang down. Where no life is e'er loveless or dreary, But peace weaves her shadowless crown.

Elgin, Ill. L. D. SANTEE.