JESUS, KEEP ME by Lizzie Gresty

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Oct 16, 1879

JESUS, KEEP ME.

By Lizzie Gresty

As I sit alone in the evening, And the shadows begin to fall, When the day with its weary striving Welcomes night as rest to all; I think of the pleading Saviour. As he knelt in the garden bower, And prayed for his sleeping disciples Who could not watch one hour.

That prayer has been passed through ages, And repeated times unknown By the weary and heavy laden, As they sighed for "home, sweet home." And now as times grow harder, And perils faster come, May we ever pray with the Saviour,— "Not my will but thine be done."

Dear Father, keep us from sleeping; We must work ere the day is past, To win souls for the angel's reaping, To be gathered as jewels at last! Arouse us still more to action, To battle this world of sin, That we may hear at thy blest coming— "Well done! thou may'st enter in."

We want to be more like Jesus, To be humble, gentle and mild; To be patient, kind and trusting, To become as a little child. O, lead us not into temptation, For we feel we are very weak; Guide us safely through every trial Till we reach the golden street.

Until we are safe in the kingdom, From harrassing care and doubt, With Christ our Redeemer and Bridegroom, And the world forever shut out; Where we'll find sweet rest for the weary, In the mansions made without hands, And the river of Life flows sweetly Over the golden sands.

Lizzie Gresty. Camden, N. J.