THE LITTLE FLOCK,

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 18, 1875

THE LITTLE FLOCK,

The days are evil; light Has come, and men regard it not; Another light hath blinded them— This world their chosen lot, Its flowery paths but lead astray, And turn the soul from God away.

There is a little flock; There is a golden thread that binds Thine own in love, and all to Thee; Where’er the true light shines, Where’er the word takes root, and grace Finds in the heart a resting-place.

And we are gathered there, Within the circle of Thine arms; Within the fold of Christ we meet, Safe from the world’s alarms; Without, men’s passions rage and swell, But here is peace, no words can tell.

Our Father, unto thee We lift our hearts, our voices raise, In full assurance of thy love— In songs of grateful praise, Weary of ill, to thee we turn, And lessons of sweet patience learn.

The Spirit helps our need, We look to him to aid and guide, To take of Christ, and unto us Rightly the word divide; His blessed presence cheers our souls, And all erratic thought controls.

Around thy table, Lord, In faith thy saints are gathered now, Thy death remembering, thy death, To whom all knees shall bow— The risen One, so soon to come, And take His ransomed people home,

—Sound Words.