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LIFTING THE LOAD

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 12, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 7.

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LIFTING THE LOAD.

By C. M. Snow

While hearts are sick with sorrow, And cheeks are wet with tears For cares that haunt to-morrow Or lade the passing years, There somewhere is a kindness, A word from tongue or pen, Which heaven, but for our blindness, Could use to comfort men.
Why let the world be bitter And sorrow camp around, Where stars of hope should glitter And flowers strew the ground? The clouds be thick above us, And thorns our feet beset, Still does our Father love us— And God can not forget.
There is no heart so weary But Christ can lift the load; No prospect is so dreary If He but point the road. O, let the heart be lightened, And hope the way illume; The threatening skies be brightened, And joy dispel the gloom.
There is a brighter morning, A happier, sweeter day, Our every hope adorning With its unfettered ray; And toward that morn we're speeding With glad hands lifted high, Our trials all unheeding, Our sorrows all passed by.
Oakland, Cal. C. M. Snow.