HYMN by L. H. S. | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 11, 1856

HYMN.

By L. H. S.

"Underneath are the everlasting arms."

DISEASE and war keep watch to slay, For so it was of yore: The loved and trusted may betray, As they have done before.

But, let the wildest tempests moan— If, 'mid their wrath severe, A Father's arm is round us thrown, Say, what have we to fear?

Why boast ye of your riches proud, Or of your honors bright? See, swifter than the changeful cloud, They fade, and take their flight.

Why droop ye thus when joys decay, When props are overthrown? There's nothing in this house of clay That ye can call your own.

What boots it, though ye weeping bend Along your pilgrim way, If toward that glorious home ye tend, Where tears are wiped away?

Why shrink ye back from ills and pains; For though the world be drear, The everlasting arm sustains, And what have ye to fear? [L. H. S.]