THE HAND OF GOD

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 16, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 48.

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THE HAND OF GOD.

Loose not Thy hold, O hand of God! Or utterly we faint and fall. The way is rough, the way is blind, And buffeted with stormy wind; Thick darkness veils above, below, From whence we come, to what we go; Feebly we grope o'er rock and sand, But still go on, confiding all, Lord, to thy hand!
In that stronghold salvation is; Its touch is comfort in distress, Cure for all sickness, balm for ill, And energy for heart and will. Securely held, unfaltering, The soul can walk at ease, and sing, And fearless tread each unknown strand, Leaving each large thing, and each less, Lord, in thy hand!