In the Shadow

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 12, 1878

I walk through darkened paths, yet know My Father marks the way I go; I cannot see his tender smile, But feel his clasping hand the while; And since he heeds the sparrow’s fall, I trust his love, in spite of all.

Borne through the dark by loving arms, I sometimes shrink with vague alarms; Yet closer cling, that I may hear The voice that whispers in mine ear. “O trembling soul,” it says to me, “Rest in the love that clings to thee!”

I cannot tell if long the way By which I go through night to day; But soon or late I know my feet Will walk in sunshine, broad and sweet; And soon or late before mine eyes The radiant hills of peace uprise.

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