GOD'S PROMISES by Advance

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jan 14, 1886

GOD'S PROMISES.

By Advance

LORD, I believe! The cross of care That crowds upon my tired heart, I bring to thee! No other love Could lift the load, relieve the smart. Strength for the day thy promise gives; Because thou art, thy servant lives.

Lord, I believe! The rain of tears That dims the weeping eyes to-night, Can never hide thy rainbow arch, Thy sign of love and life and light! In mystic grandeur, calm and high, It arches o'er my western sky.

Lord, I believe! The Babel sounds That ring upon my weary ear, Drown not the still, small voice that speaks In steadfast accents, true and clear. Lord, here am I! Thy will reveal, As at thy blessed feet I kneel.

Lord, I believe! The cross is hard, The night is dark, and long the road; Can I forget the form that bowed 'Neath sharper cross and heavier load,— The wounded feet that here have trod, And marked with blood the shuddering sod?

Lord, I believe! Mine unbelief, My weakness, and my wrong, forgive! Tried, trembling, troubled, let me touch Thy garment's hem, and I shall live. For, wounded, sinful, though I be, God's promises are all for me. —Advance.