LOVE'S BENISON by Adelaide Bee Evans

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 18, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 44.

LOVE'S BENISON

By Adelaide Bee Evans

By ADELAIDE BEE EVANS

I SAT alone in the shadow, At shut of a weary day, For my feet were bruised with striving To follow the upward way; And my heart like a wild bird fluttered 'Gainst the bars of grief and care, While my soul grew weaker, fainter, Too weak to do or dare.

In vain I turned to the future, To read from its hidden page Some token to lighten the burden That was bowing my heart with age. And dreams of happier bygones Crowded my fevered brain,

While the present, with fearful visage, Sang ever a weird refrain.

Then the purple shadows deepened, And the lamps of heaven flashed out, While faintly the praise of angels Seemed filling the air about. Then, with my ear against the ages, A voice from the long ago Sounded over the weary centuries, With silvery accents low:

"O, why will you walk, my daughter, Alone in the gloom of night,

When the love of the Father is waiting To lead thee from darkness to light? Come, for the Father has loved thee! Come unto Me, and be blest! Come unto Me whilst thou'rt weary! Come, come now, and find rest!"

Then I took to the Saviour my sorrow, And the burdens I could not bear; And the rest He has promised His children, Swept from my soul all its care. O ye who are sin-sick, heart-burdened, Who are fainting, and weary, and sad, Remember that One standeth, saying, "O, come unto Me, and be glad."