“LO, I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS.”
By I. E. Milne
When earthly joys from me depart,
And sorrow fills my aching heart,
Upward I lift my tearful eye,
Assuage my grief, O Lord, I cry. The storm beats high, and all is dark,
Oh! wilt thou guide my trembling bark?
Mid the wild storms e'er be my guide
Through time's dark night whate'er betide? And lead me gently, Saviour dear,
Mid angry foes, without a fear.
Will angels bright my steps attend,
Encamp around, and me defend? Amid the storm, when friends grow cold,
I seek, dear Lord, the sheltered fold.
Wilt thou draw near, and list' my cry,
And send thy Spirit from on high? Oh! may I trust thy boundless love
That freely flows from Heaven above?
And wilt thou fill this heart of mine
With thy sweet Spirit all divine? Yes, child, I'll lead thee all the way,
Through conflicts sore to endless day;
Thee living water freely give.
Wilt thou turn to me, and live? My loving Saviour, I am thine.
Oh! never more will I repine;
But joyful tread the narrow way
That leads above to endless day. That morning bright is drawing near.
Our weary hearts how it doth cheer!
O let me, then, with patience wait,
Till Christ shall ope the golden gate. Council Bluffs, Ia., May 1.