IT IS THE LORD by Mrs. M. L. W. Towle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 28, 1898

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 42.

IT IS THE LORD.

By Mrs. M. L. W. Towle

BY MRS. M. L. W. TOWLE.

WHEN toiling vainly on the restless tide, You cast your net upon the "other side," And find your draught of fishes multiplied, "It is the Lord."

When oft from nights of sorrow you arise, Greeting the brightness of the morning skies, Which flood you with a new and glad surprise, "It is the Lord."

When morning dawns upon a night of pain, And hope replumes your drooping wing again, And sunshine breaks the spell of cloud and rain, "It is the Lord."

When winds have blown some bright-eyed flower to you, Charged with a cup of fragrance and of dew, As though the asking of your heart it knew, "It is the Lord."

When you have bid the voice of self be still, And, in your earthly lot of good or ill, From a full heart declare, "Not as I will," "It is the Lord."

When, through the valley of the shadow way, You pass the portals of the glad new day, Awaking in his likeness, you will say, "It is the Lord."

—California Christian Advocate.