Alone by Mary | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 11, 1864

Alone.

By Mary

I AM alone! ah, all alone! In crowded hall, or busy street, No friend to guide with gentle tone, My wandering steps and weary feet.

Aye, all alone! This is my cry, At midnight hour, or morning's dawn; My bleeding heart must ever sigh, I am alone, aye, all alone,

Oh, once I had a mother dear, Her kind sweet words and gentle tone, Soothed my sad heart and dried each tear— Ah then, I never felt alone.

One loving hand upon my head, The other clasped within my own, My weary heart she gently led To think of that bright world to come.

No more her loving words I'll hear, Nor feel her hand upon my hair, As in those far off happy years, When earth seemed beautiful and fair.

But I am not alone! oh no!; Alone, alone, I cannot be For God is here, and well I know, That he doth love and care for me.

Then all alone no more I'll be, To him with every care I'll go, He is my Father, and I see He knows what's best for me to do.

Oh, then in all my daily ways, He'll tell me just what's right to do, And give me strength for all my days, If I believe his promise true.

Foes may deride, and friends oppose, I'm not alone if God's my friend, And Christ my all. This life may close, All will be well, when time shall end. MARY. Waterloo, Iowa, Sept. 1864.