THY ROD AND STAFF

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 14, 1874

THY ROD AND STAFF.

Perplexed I walk my weary way, In doubt and darkness, day by day; I see no earthly light to cheer, I find no earthly comfort near; But weak and fainting though I be, “Thy rod and staff they comfort me!”

I seek some friendly arm to aid, The help I need is long delayed; I look for love to hold me fast, No human love will always last; But though all earthly helpers flee, “Thy rod and staff they comfort me!”

My burdens yet more heavy grow, As on the weary way I go; And faint and hungered, weak and worn, The while for losses great I mourn, In longing sore I turn to thee,— “Thy rod and staff they comfort me!”

Beneath Thy smitings oft I shrink; Thy bitter cups I would not drink; I turn aside some path to find, That through a better land shall wind, Yet looking back, Thy face I see,— “Thy rod and staff they comfort me!”

And so I walk the weary way Where’er Thou leadest, day by day; Though smitten sore, I’ll onward press Till I the Promised Land possess; For faint and burdened though I be, “Thy rod and staff they comfort me!”

—Oneida Dispatch.