THE OLD, OLD STORY

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Sep 5, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 36.

"THE OLD, OLD STORY."

Tell me about the Master! I am weary and worn to-night; The day lies behind me in shadow, And only the evening is light, Light with a radiant glory That lingers about the west; My poor heart is aweary, aweary, And longs, like a child, for rest.

Tell me about the Master! Of the hills He in loneliness trod, When the tears and the blood of His anguish, Dropped down on Judea's sod; For to me life's seventy mile-stones But a sorrowful journey mark; Rough lies the hill country before me; The mountains behind me are dark.

Tell me about the Master! Of the wrongs He freely forgave; Of His love and tender compassion, Of His love that is mighty to save; For my heart is aweary, aweary, Of the woes and temptations of life, Of the error that stalks in the noonday, Of falsehood and malice and strife.

Yet I know that, whatever of sorrow Or pain or temptation befall, The infinite Master has suffered, And knoweth and pitieth all. So tell me the "old, old story," That falls on each wound like a balm, And my heart, that was bruised and broken, Shall grow patient and strong and calm. —Selected.