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HE KNOWETH OUR FRAME

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 30, 1876

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 48, No. 22.

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HE KNOWETH OUR FRAME.

By Lilla D. Avery

My Father knows my frame, That I am only dust; Then let me ne’er complain, Though worn by grief and pain; For what he doth ordain Is good and just.
He seeth all my tears, My sorrow, and my care. He knoweth all my fears; And when the foe appears, The pitying Father hears My feeblest prayer.
His ways I may not trace; But in the bitterest hour, Let me but see his face, And feel that loved embrace,— This will impart me grace And heavenly power.
Ah! yes; my frame he knows, My secret thoughts can see, Compassionates my woes, And deigneth to disclose, E’en in the opening rose, His care for me.
He knoweth what is best For me to do and bear. I make but one request,— Lord let me come and rest My head upon thy breast, ’Tis all my prayer.
Then let me not repine. Thy holy will be done. This prayer be ever mine,— Let me be wholly thine, And with the ransomed shine— Shine like the sun.
When he who bled and died Shall come in kingly power, I shall be satisfied, If I may there abide, Safe near his precious side, In that dread hour.
LILLA D. AVERY.
Locke, Ing. Co., Mich., Nov. 10, 1876.