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THE SILENT HOUR

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 14, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 24.

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THE SILENT HOUR.

By S. Overgard

ALONE with God! How sweet the hour. The solemn quiet hour Of midnight, When I think of Thee And contemplate Thy handiwork,— The stars that shine In yonder sky!
At this loved hour I know Thou'rt near; I feel Thy presence At my side, Beloved One. Converse with me, O, grant me favor In Thine eyes.
Great is Thy power; For not one star From his appointed place Doth fall. The sun and moon Thy Word fulfil As round the world They shine.
How sweet to know, In this Thine hour Of silence, Thou dost walk abroad, Altho unseen. Thou keepest watch O'er loved ones, Dear to Thee.
I kneel me down This midnight hour To seek from Thee Full power To live a holy life And yield obedience To Thy Word.
Refine me in Thy Furnace, Lord, Till I transforméd be Unto Thine image, Showing forth In all its power Thy perfect life Unto the end.
In these last days, O help me be Thy face prepared to see, That when Thou comest In the clouds, And I all changéd be, May fly to meet thee in the air, Thine immortality to share.
S. OVERGARD. Austin, Texas.