RELIGION by Annie R. Smith

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Aug 22, 1854

RELIGION.

By Annie R. Smith

BY ANNIE R. SMITH.

'Tis not merely outward show, 'Tis not merely depth of feeling, But in every act to know, Truth and love we are revealing.

'Tis not when the skies are clear That our courage can be tested; But when tempests hovered near How have we their fury breasted.

Is a burden to be borne, With thy brother joy to share it. Is thy heart with anguish torn Then with patience nobly bear it.

'Tis a warfare waged within: Foes the battle-ground ne'er leaving: Conquering some bosom sin, Thou the victory art achieving.

'Tis to smile and kiss the rod By which all our griefs are heightened, As we nearer draw to God, More the heavy strokes are lightened.

'Tis at every step we take Every selfish wish denying Leaving all for Jesus' sake On his arm alone relying.

O 'tis not an empty name, But the source of all true pleasure, Through earth's changing scenes the same, Soon in heaven the Christian's treasure,