COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 10, 1904

COMFORT IN AFFLICTION.

By L. D. Santee

BY L. D. SANTEE.

"Lo, I am with you alway." Matt. 28:20.

THERE'S a promise whose gladness will ever Cheer my heart in its hours of pain, That those who love Jesus will never Seek His presence and blessing in vain.

When the flames of affliction are highest, And the soul is encompassed with fear, It is then that the Saviour is nighest, And angels of comfort draw near.

I'd not be on earth a repiner, For the future is sacred to joy, And Christ is His people's refiner, While the fire shall consume the alloy.

I'd be dumb while the furnace-heat quivers, Resigned to the ways of His will, And patient; tho earthly hope shivers, I would in the fierce fires be still.

I am but as clay in His fingers, To fashion me as He desires; As silver, but while the dross lingers, I ask not release from the fires.

The joy of His presence delights me, Tho earthly hopes fade, and grow dim, And the peace in my bosom requites me, For all I have suffered for Him.

And now in my heart I can never Doubt His love, His affection, again, He abides with me now and forever, A recompense sweet for all pain.