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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 18, 1878

THE CROSS.

By S. C. Foster

FATHER, I kneel to thee, Kneel and appeal to thee, Bowed by the cares and the burdens of life Meekly I pray to thee, Asking the way to thee, Seeking a rest and a shelter from strife.

Thoughts are distressing me, Sins are oppressing me, Darkness o’er-shadows the path to thy door: Lighten the way for me, Shed but a ray for me, Father of mercy, I kneel and implore.

Fly, O my doubting fears! See, ’tis a Cross appears! High in the heav’ns it is flooding the night; Shedding a ray for me, Marking the way for me— Marking the way with a halo of light.

What is more beautiful! Come, ye undutiful, Those of you torn by the pangs of remorse, Showing the road to you, Lifting the load from you, High in all glory is shining the Cross.

Hasten, repenting ones, Come, ye relenting ones, Come while the angels illumine the course: Waiting on high for you, Shining so nigh to you, Calmly is burning the light of the Cross.

—S. C. Foster, in Christian Union.