p. 7 | Untitled article by L. E. Stratton

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 19, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 32.

From out the Fog

By L. E. Stratton

From out the fog, I see a ship approaching, That's been upon the sea the whole night long; And on the deck, I hear the people cheering— Their hearts are filled with joy and cheerful song.

From out the fog, they reach the land all safely, They "thank their Maker" as they reach the shore. They know His hand it is the helm controlling, His watchful eye that ever goes before.

From out the fog, O, come, both men and maidens, From childhood's hours to old and hoary head, Stop not to gaze upon earth's sin and folly, But by the Saviour's hand be ever led.

From out the fog—yes, Master, we are coming, Before time's current bears us farther down; By Thy help we will do our duty bravely, And bear the cross, that we may wear the crown.

From out the fog! Dear Father, help us onward, And make us perfect through Thy chastening rod, That we may soon see that eternal city Whose Builder and whose Maker is our God.