THE WHITE LIGHT OF LIFE'S EVENING.
By John Parker
A SNOW-RIM on my brow,
But summer in my heart;
My feet are weary now—
Soon earth and I must part.
But God has made my pathway bright;
And now, at evening time, there's light. A staff of easy grasp
Supports my yielding limbs;
He bids my faith to clasp
Its hold and trust on Him.
His will and care are my delight;
And, lo, at evening time there's light. Like winter suns that shine
E'en through the cloudy rifts,
His love and favor now are mine,
Rich in my Father's gifts.
I may not fear; there is no night;
Behold, at evening time there's light! My outer vision's dim,
My inward eye is clear;
My every thought of Him
Disperses every fear.
I know life's outcome will be right,
For now at evening time there's light.
Rev. John Parker.