p. 10 | LIKE AS A BIRD by C. A. Smith

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Nov 14, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 46.

LIKE AS A BIRD.

By C. A. Smith

LIKE as a bird in the clear, sunny morning, Flying and singing toward heaven above, So sings my soul to the praise of my Saviour, Flying toward Him on the pinions of love; Praising His name for the blessings He gives me, Strength for each task and His love for my song, Gladly I bask in the light of His glory, Trusting His hand as He guides me along.

Like as a bird in the midst of the tempest, Resting secure in the Father's own care, So rests my soul in the midst of the trial, Knowing how sure all His promises are; Storm clouds of wrath may be bursting about me, Satan in hate send his fiercest alarms, Safe in the strength of my Saviour I'm trusting, Resting at peace in His almighty arms.

Like as a bird calmly watches the nightfall, Waiting in peace for the bright, golden dawn, So rest, my soul, when death's shadows steal o'er thee, Sleeping in Him till its darkness is gone, Knowing that soon from the tomb He will call thee Forth in the glorious morning so bright; Swift to Him then, like the bird in the morning, Fly to His arms on the pinions of light. Oakland, Cal. C. A. SMITH.