p. 12 | THE FATHER'S PITY by Margaret E. Sangster

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 3, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 27.

THE FATHER'S PITY

By Margaret E. Sangster

Thru woof of gloom and sorrow, Thru warp of pain and tears, There flashes bright a silver thread Amid the flying years; For as the Father pities The children of His love, So, with compassion failing not, God watches from above;

And sees our need and weakness, And not in vengeful wrath Sends down the dark calamity That blocks the tangled path; But ever wise to guide us, And ever full of love, A Father's tender pity seeks To draw our thoughts above.

Life hath its desert shadow, Its interspace of tears; And yet a sunburst often breaks, And scatters swift our fears; For as a father pities The children of his love, So God, our Father, watches us With pity from above.

Our feeble frame He knoweth, Remembereth we are dust; And evermore His face is kind, His ways are ever just. In evil and in blindness, Thru darkened maze we rove, But still our Father leads us home, By strength of mighty love. —Margaret E. Sangster.