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An Hour with My God

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 20, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 9, No. 3.

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An Hour with My God

The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not lie down upon roses below : I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Till I find them for ever on Jesus's breast.
Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy, One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tears if he smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem.
Let doubt, then, and danger, my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at its close; Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, An hour with my God will make up for them all.
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste, through an enemy's land; The road may be rough but it cannot be long, I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.