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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 24, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 11.

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INVOCATION

By W. R. Patterson

O, FOUNT of all the good I know, Out of my griefs to Thee I call! Unstinted do Thy blessings flow, To cheer the life of each and all.
When clouds hang heavy o'er my sky, And misty is the way I tread, Then in my anguish hear my cry, And raise again the bowed head.
When, passing through the waters deep, "Thy billows all go over me," Do Thou Thy charge still ever keep, And in Thy hand still cover me.
When human sight no more can see The tender hand that leadeth me, My flagging faith again restore, And bid me doubt Thee nevermore.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Be ever loyal to Thy voice; Thine to lead; to follow, mine, And make Thy will my ev'ry choice. W. R. PATTERSON.