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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 5, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 10.

FAITH

By Mrs. O. E. M'Cord

BY MRS. O. E. M'CORD.

What is faith? Why ask, my soul? Art weary ere thou reach thy goal? Is all thy light to darkness turned? Thine earthly hopes to ashes burned? Do those once friends, amid the crowd Turn from thee, cold, relentless, proud? And does thy darkness darker grow? Is thy heart worn with grief and woe? Faint, and yet fainter throbs thy life, Amid the jar of worldly strife?

Doubting soul, why askest thou, With princely seal upon thy brow That proves thee heir of King of kings? To thee the answering welkin rings: Faith is the key that opes the way To endless joy, to endless day. Christ is thy hope; in him be strong; Thy Father's hand will right the wrong. Faith, in its strength, shall put to flight The alien armies of the night.

Thus faith presents in tender love Fair visions of the home above, Sweet glimpses of that glorious land; Of waves of life on golden strand. Thus hid our life with Christ in God, Oh, murmur not, though 'neath the rod. Through faith and works we yet shall dwell With Him who “doeth all things well.”

Oregon City, Feb. 5, 1885.