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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Apr 1, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 13.

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FAITH.

By J. H. N.

WHAT though my weary spirit cries With struggles that each hour arise? What though the road be long and sore,— Hast Thou not trod the way before? And this my fainting heart shall cheer,— The knowledge that Thou still art near.
And when I sink in life's eclipse,— If gall be proffered to my lips,— I may not crave the sweeter wine; Not my own will be done, but Thine. For this I know in pain or fear,— Thy word is sure, and Thou art near.
The chosen twelve could gaze on thee. I am not worthy, Lord, to see With eyes of flesh thy sacred face; But let me for a moment's space Bow down by faith and joy to hear Thy word, and know that thou art near.
—J. H. N., in S. S. Times.