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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jan 7, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 1.

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The Home Circle.

By R. M. Offord

A SONG AT MIDNIGHT.

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him."
THERE can come no sorrow To this heart of mine, But will bring me pity From the heart divine.
There can fall no shadow O'er the way I wend, But my Father's presence Will its brightness lend.
I can know no anguish But he has a part, Ev'ry woe he shareth That can touch my heart.
In my grief I trust him Though I cannot trace, Words of peace he speaketh Though he hides his face.
Though my eyes are weeping, Though my soul is sore, Still at heart I praise him And his grace adore.
Nought can be my portion But his love doth know, All for good is working Be it weal or woe.
—R. M. Offord, in N. Y. Observer.