OUR HOMELESS MESSENGERS.
By A. W. Judson
From West to East the message came,
So unexpected, too,
That great destruction, wrought by flame,
Was seen at Mountain View.
It was the home from which went forth
The messengers of truth,
So dearly prized by old and young,
By middle-aged and youth. Altho this home has been destroyed,
The messengers still live;
Their faculties will be employed
The words of life to give.
Where'er invited they will go;
Glad tidings still they bear,
That Jesus lives and loves His own,
And He will answer prayer. They have a message now to all
They ne'er could bear before;
They'd never heard the Saviour call
In such afflictions sore.
In hours of darkness, doubt, and gloom
These messengers give light;
They weary not with toil by day,
Nor faint with care by night. From hearts made tender with good cheer,
The SIGNS to them has brought,
From children eager for the truth
The LITTLE FRIEND has taught,
There flows a sympathy for those
Who in this trying hour,
Still have a burden for the souls
Controlled by Satan's power.