TEMPEST-TOSSED by Mary Martin

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 15, 1878

TEMPEST-TOSSED

By Mary Martin

Thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, Grieved in spirit and alone, In my wrath I hid a moment, But my love shall be made known.

Hill and mount may pass before thee, All that thou dost hope or love, But the Lord hath mercy on thee, And his peace will not remove.

This frail structure of thy rearing, May go off with ebbing tide; But a palace shall replace it, For He says, “I will provide.”

Mourn not over loss of hovel, Roof of thatch and earth-brown floor; Pearls shall gleam, and sapphires glisten, Where the low cot stood before.

Ah, poor faithless human nature! How we grovel in the dust, Though the heavens seem bowed to whisper Words of cheer and holy trust.

Leave the dead past far behind thee, Link the present in a prayer; Trust for all the days before thee, In thy Heavenly Father's care.

So shalt thou, mid shades of evening, See the dark stream thou hast crossed, Wonder at thy pain and grieving,— Paltry price the goal has cost.

MARY MARTIN.