FAINT, YET PURSUING

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 6, 1871

FAINT, YET PURSUING.

Longing, with misty eyes, For the blest boon I seek, Hiding within my breast Words that I cannot speak.

Full many a prayer I pour Into His listening ear, Telling him all my need; Doth not a Father hear?

Is Heaven so far away? Will not his watchful eye, Noting the sparrow’s fall, See when his children cry?

Surely, I have “believed,” Clinging, though tempted sore, Fast to the promises, Leaning on Jesus more,

Planting my slipping feet, Bidding fresh doubts be quelled, Clasping anew his hand, Holding and being held.

Answer there cometh none, Waiting and weary I, Brother of longing men! Let not my courage die.

Help me to wait thy time, Help me to choose thy way, Sure of my loving God, E’en in the darkest day.

Rest quiet here, my soul! Bid every doubt be still! Cheering the lonely ones, Doing thy Father’s will.

What though the answer wait? He knoweth all thy needs; What though the path be rough, Since it to glory leads?

—Christian Union.