THE NARROW WAY by L. D. SANTEE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 1, 1877

THE NARROW WAY.

By L. D. SANTEE

The way seems sad and rough and dark and weary; The thorns have pierced my tender shrinking feet; And fast across the evening sky so dreary, I see the evening shadows darkly creep. The darkness gathers thicker o'er the heavens, The long and stormy day is almost done; A few more doubts and toils and tears and conflicts, And then, sad soul, how sweet the rest at home!

We've lost the flowers we in the springtime gathered, In the glad past when life was in its morn; But on we go with aching heads and weary, With saddened hearts and garments soiled and torn. The last great waves of time are ebbing, flowing; The trials of the way our joy dispel; And here we stand upon the shore, unknowing, Unheeding, what their solemn murmurs tell.

We hear the long waves in the distance breaking, While storm and darkness thicken in the west. And we exclaim, while our sad hearts are aching, Blessed are they who from their labors rest. But lo! a grand, glad sight bursts on our vision. The Son of God will come; the storms will cease. He comes to usher in a world Elysian, A world of purity, of joy and peace.

O blessed rest; no more our feet shall falter, But in green pastures rest by waters still. Our eyes shall brighten as we near the portal; With rapture sweet our earth-worn hearts shall thrill. Then let us hasten, and our faith grow stronger, And unto God our grateful offerings bring. Soon he that is to come, will wait no longer, But earth will welcome her returning King. L. D. SANTEE.