THEY DO COMFORT ME

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 28, 1878

“THEY DO COMFORT ME.”

When earthly friends deceive me, And with their coldness grieve me, With broken pledges leave me, How sweet to find in Thee A friend that changes never, Whose promises forever Do comfort me.

When heavy cares oppress me, And earthly ills distress me, Though trials sore harass me, How sweet to find in Thee A sympathizing Saviour, Whose aid and kindly favor Do comfort me.

When sorrow’s clouds are bending, The heart with anguish rending, And sighs and tears are blending, How sweet Thy face to see, Behind the silvery lining, Look out, with radiance smiling, To comfort me.

And when my heart grows weary With gloomy thought and dreary, I cry, and Thou dost hear me, As to Thy side I flee; And on Thy bosom leaning, Thy looks, so full of meaning, Do comfort me.

And when familiar faces, From out their wonted places, Slip from my warm embraces, Thy voice of sympathy: “I will not leave you,” precious, Heals all my heart’s distresses, And comforts me.

When fades all earth has borne me, And shadows dark before me, From Death’s dark vale come o’er me, I rest my all on Thee; Thine arms, they do enfold me, Thy rod and staff uphold me, And comfort me.

—Baptist Weekly.