A PRAYER by Sarah S. Davis Socwell

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Nov 6, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 42.

A PRAYER.

By Sarah S. Davis Socwell

LORD, save us! O'er our shrinking heads The murky clouds hang low; And fiercely from the darkening hills The stormy tempests blow.

Lord, save us! All the weary day We've toiled, and now when night Falls round us, blinding us with gloom, Oh, save us by thy might.

Too much we've trusted our poor strength, Too proudly braved the storm; But now, while whelming floods roll high, We fly to thy strong arm.

For pride is broken, strength is gone; Helpless upon the wave, Our shattered bark lies, tempest-driven, Waiting for thee to save. —Sarah S. Davis Socwell.