THIS WIDE, WIDE WORLD by Thoro Harris

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 4, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 18.

THIS WIDE, WIDE WORLD.

By Thoro Harris

THERE are many snares and dangers That beset my feet untried, Ere I reach the golden city, Just beyond the swelling tide, But my Saviour walks beside me, Through the desert wilds unknown; For I'd never dare to journey In this wide, wide world alone.

O, I seek a better country— 'Tis so weary waiting here! But through all the toilsome journey, I can feel His presence near. Day by day the path grows brighter, Upward leading to His throne; Jesus will not leave His pilgrim In this wide, wide world alone.

Take the Saviour for thy comrade, Let thy heart on Him be stayed; He will never leave thee lonely, He will give thee strength and aid. Christ will dwell with thee forever, Make thy heart His royal throne; Child of grief, why wilt thou wander Through this wide, wide world alone?