OUT OF THE NIGHT | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 17, 1873

OUT OF THE NIGHT.

Rough, cold, and dark, and dreary, now, And sunless is my way; My cry is wild:—My Father, show Some prophecy of day, Above the shadowed tops of woe, That tower so.

My God, thy heart is tender, kind; How oft my heart has known The conscious calm, the lull of mind, When storms have wildly blown; Thou did’st not leave thy child alone; Thou guard’st thine own.

Dear Father, come I close to thee, While tumults toss me so; I look to thee—look thou on me; Let thy sweet grace o’erflow; In bright skies, reveal thy bow That cancels woe.

I hold, dear child, thy hand in mine, Thy Father knows thy way; He leads thee, thou art weak and blind;— Thou art not far from day; Remember, saved one, thou art mine, And I am thine.

Kind Father, well my faint heart knew That thou did’st fold thy love Around me, perfect, full, and true; Thou would’st thy promise prove; But faith forgot:—My God, anew, With faith imbue.

—Christian Observer.