THE MASTER'S WILL by Oscar Bliss

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 22, 1887

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 13, No. 49.

THE MASTER'S WILL.

By Oscar Bliss

I CANNOT see my path across life's trackless ocean, Nor if the gentle breeze or storms shall bear me on; Or if the sunshine warm or clouds shall be my portion, Nor when, nor where, the haven shall after all be won.

I came not on the voyage for profit, nor for pleasure, Nor seeking praise of men—a transient, vain renown— No thought had I of labor, nor the peaceful joys of leisure, The battle's fierce encounter, nor the victor's shining crown.

It was the Master's will! an all-sufficient reason, Why sailed I forth upon life's troubled, changing sea; I know that he is able to guide in every season, I know that he is willing—I know he leadeth me!

Though fair may be the skies, or storms surround my pillow, I lay me down content, the Master knows the way; Obeying his commands, or bright or dark the billow, He'll bring me to my haven, to Heaven's eternal day. —Oscar Bliss, in New York Observer.