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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 4, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 43.

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BREATHINGS.

By Rosa Young

[Written on Pitcairn Island, 1876.]
How FULL of grief that heart must be That has no solid rest on Thee, And only sin in self could see— That grief was mine!
How sweet to know in every hour When sorely tried by Satan's power, That Jesus has the greater power— This faith be mine!
How great the joy that heart must have That fully trusts Thy power to save, Nor fears the darkness of the grave— Such joy be mine!
O sweet the love that whispers, Come, In heaven there is sufficient room, And there's your everlasting home— Such love be mine!
What pleasure equals those above Where constant, free, unchanging love The gracious Saviour's presence prove?— That bliss be mine!
O happiness, forever there, The Saviour's love and joy to share, Forever freed from every snare— This lot be mine!
And shall I ever rise to dwell Where saints their Saviour's goodness tell, In saving them from death and hell?— This hope is mine!
ROSA YOUNG.
Oakland, Cal.