p. 1 | SUBMISSION by Inquirer

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 14, 1887

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 13, No. 27.

SUBMISSION.

By Inquirer

I WOULD not ask my path to be Forever through the sunny glade; Only bright flowers to bloom for me, And only brilliant lights to see Wherever falls a gloomy shade.

I would not ask for pleasure bright To always wait beside me here, And guide me through the spirit's night With her false, flickering, meteor light, That ever flits as clouds come near.

I would not ask for joy to fill My cup with happiness untold; Or wish for every pain be still, If chastening is my Father's will, To bring me to his guarded fold.

But I would ask for strength to bear Whene'er my burdens press me down; For patience, when most tried by care; For faith, when dark the shadows are, While o'er my path the thorns are strewn.

For love to God, whate'er betide; Through every path he thinks the best, That he will all my footsteps guide, And lead me gently to his side At last, within his smile to rest.

—Inquirer.