A MOTHER'S LAMENT by H. M. Van Slyke

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 12, 1871

A MOTHER'S LAMENT.

By H. M. Van Slyke

No place to pray, no altar here, In parlor, hall, or plain; No hand to guide, no heart to cheer, I turn and search in vain.

My God I love, his laws are good, My all to him I owe; My wayward will his love subdued; To him I fain would go.

The hosts of Satan press about; My heart with pain will throb; Till tired of life and mirthful shout, I steal away to sob.

Then Jesus comes with words of love; “I’ve lived thy life before; Despairing one, look up, above, And view the shining shore.

“I’ve trod this vale of tears for thee; For thee I’ve prayed at night, On mountains wild, by roaring sea, That thou might see the light.”

Oh! joy of all; that blest abode Beyond this world of care— Jesus my all—my father, God; I’ll lift my heart in prayer.

H. M. VAN SLYKE.

Hamilton, Mo.