p. 12 | TO THE TEMPEST-TOSSED by Vina A. Sumner

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 25, 1899

TO THE TEMPEST-TOSSED.

By Vina A. Sumner

O ye tempest-tossed lives, in a dark cruel sea, Near the breakers, where dashes the storm, A glad ray of hope dawns, glorious and free, And light from its haven is shining for thee, A beacon star, pointing from harm!

Then turn your sad eyes from the perilous gloom That threatens your life to destroy, From billows which hunger your soul to entomb, To the kindly, the soul-cheering rays that illumine Your path to a region of joy.

With wide outstretched arms, Christ beckons to save, And fold your poor soul to His breast; His pleading voice sounds far over the wave, To rescue your perishing life from the grave. O! fly to his haven of rest.

Too long hast thou wandered from His loving voice, The sweetest that mortals e'er heard; Come, prodigal, back to thy home, and rejoice Its sad, waiting hearts; this day be thy choice, Their love and forgiveness preferred.

Love's voice ever sounds o'er sin's raging deep, And would call every wanderer in; How can you refuse to listen, and leap From the wo that enthrals and threatens to sweep Your soul to the maelstrom of sin?

Then grasp the kind hand that reaches for thee, And pull for thy life to the shore; It will bear thee away from the treacherous sea That holds thy frail bark in captivity, And guide and protect evermore. VINA A. SUMNER. Syracuse, N. Y.