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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 9, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 2.

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Musing

By Nellie M. Sibley

By Nellie M. Sibley
The fire burned low, the house was lone; But lonelier far the heart Of her who sat within the house, From all the world apart.
She sat alone, yet not alone; Her thoughts kept company; She thought how in the earth renewed She would so love to be.
She felt so tired of this old world Of misery and sin; She wondered if the gates of pearl, Would ope and let her in.
It seemed the way looked very dark, Hope lost, love growing cold, Until a soft voice whispered low, "Here is My hand; take hold!"
She knew it was the Saviour, who, In pity at her need, Extended her His nail-pierced hand, Her wayward steps to lead.
So, when your path the darkest seems, And you know not what to do, Just trust yourself in Jesus' hand; He'll help you to get through.
O, let Him mold us as He will, By His own loving hand; Then let us work, and hope, and pray, To gain that heavenly land.