THE GUIDING HAND by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 18, 1879

THE GUIDING HAND.

By Eliza H. Morton

The way is dark, I cannot see The hand of love that guideth me; My eyes are full of unshed tears, My heart-strings throb with gloomy fears.

My will is crossed at every turn, And bitter lessons oft I learn; The path in life I fain would tread Is not the one in which I'm led.

My pride marks out a pleasant road; I'm made to bear a heavy load. Stern duty points to cross and crown, And bids me lay no burden down.

I'm human, Lord, and flesh is weak; Thou art divine, thy aid I seek. O scatter clouds, false hopes dispel, And teach me that thy ways are well.

O thoughts that tend to earthly bliss! Ye turn to gall and bitterness. Vain glory, pomp and worldly lore! Ye pass away to come no more.

O may my heart be stayed on Thee, Thou Rock to whom all ages flee! Thy will, O may I understand, And ne'er distrust thy guiding hand!

ELIZA H. MORTON.