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PSALMS XXVII, 6

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 20, 1861

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 18, No. 12.

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PSALMS XXVII, 6.

By L. E. Millne

“And now mine head shall be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.”
THE comforts of my Saviour dear, O let me feel while tarrying here; The scorn of men I well can bear, Their hate and persecution share While in his arms I sweetly rest, Safe folded in his loving breast.
The blessed light of Jesus' smile My sighs and tears will all beguile; When Jesus speaks, how sweet to hear, Those blessed words, child, never fear! When friends forsake and love grows cold, How sweet the shelter of his fold.
My sun and shield O Lord thou art, From thee O let me never part; But lead me gently on the way, Through all my foes to endless day. Uphold me Lord, thy grace reveal, Bind up my wounds, my sorrows heal.
L. E. MILLNE.
Shabbana, Ills.