THE COMFORTER by Hope Onslow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 30, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 38.

THE COMFORTER.

By Hope Onslow

WHEN guilt and wo and sin Press on the heart within, When bowed in bitter grief, Despairing of relief, What voice speaks low within, "Jesus can cleanse from sin"? What voice but thine, O dove, Comforter from above?

When failure marks the strife, And ruin seems the life, When every flower is marred, And every promise scarred, When disappointments break Into the dreams we make, The voice speaks as before, "Jesus can all restore."

When cares press hard and long, And toil subdues our song, When heavy burdens weigh The gladness from the day, When weary, worn, afraid To ask for heavenly aid, Then comes the Spirit's call, "Let Jesus bear it all."

When in the gloomy vale Death plucks our treasures frail, And lays low in the dust Earth's dearest joy, we thrust Our hands into the clay, And cry to Heaven, and say, "Is there a path from this Desolate loneliness?" The voice consoles the gloom, "Jesus hath burst the tomb."

O Comforter, through the night And in the morning light Thou showest us things divine, Makest Christ's glory shine, Speaking of heaven's day, Of beauty now and aye, Linking our souls above, Bide with us, heavenly Dove. HOPE ONSLOW.