'TIS BEST by Mabel Corinne Craker

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 5, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 17.

'TIS BEST

By Mabel Corinne Craker

BY MABEL CORINNE CRAKER

THAT grief that was so bitter, Which rent your aching breast, And robbed life of its sweetness, And joy, and love's caress, Made life seem but a burden. You longed for it to cease, Enfolded in your mantle, Rest in the grave of peace.

Dear heart, scorn not the sorrow, The struggle ne'er give o'er. The waves on which you're tossing Will break on heaven's shore. So look beyond the shadows, And bless the swelling tide, If it but draws you nearer To your Redeemer's side.

That cruel disappointment Which came, you knew not why. But crushed were fond ambitions. The sun in zenith sky Seemed but to mock your sadness, And jeer at your despair, And moon and stars seemed lending A far-off, vacant stare. But count as joy the heartaches, The shattered hopes abide, If but a little nearer They draw you to His side.