p. 14 | Encouragement by Clara Edna Rosencrans

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 16, 1912

Encouragement

By Clara Edna Rosencrans

When the toils of the day are ended, And its weary cares are past, And the long, cool shades of evening On the sunlit earth are cast, And the birds fold wings for slumber, And carol their lullabies, And the dews fall soft as tear-drops, From the tender sunset skies— Then the earth bonds seem to loosen, That have bound us through the day, And the soul looks up to its Father Through its clinging walls of clay,

And we seem to hear a whisper, And to feel a touch of peace, And the weary, jangling discords Of the jarring life notes cease, And the calm of the life that's coming Falls o'er the heart's unrest, And the soul can hear a whisper From the land of our lifelong quest— Hears a voice in softest accents: “Be still; I will clasp thy hand. Keep thou the way; thou shalt not stray; I will lead to the morning land. Go on with a step unfalt'ring. Tho thou canst not see, I'm near. With a Father's hand will I guide thee. Go on, and do not fear.

“And the angel guardians round thee Shall compass thee safe from harm, And 'twill not seem far to the city, Upheld by My mighty arm. It is only a little farther, With the toil and sorrow and pain, And then come peace and gladness Of a joy that will never wane. I am coming soon to take thee Quite away, to dwell with Me Where the King in His royal beauty Thou forevermore shalt see. Never again the heartache, And the tear-drops falling fast, But a home with the just made perfect, And the crown of life at last.”

How can our hearts feel saddened When the Hope of the Ages is here, Uplifted, comforted, gladdened, By words of such wondrous cheer! Keep we our eyes on Heaven, Listen we e'er for His voice, Telling to others the story; What can we do but rejoice!