Poem November 21, 1901 Issue

Abide in Me

Anon

When darkness for a season seems
To hide the light whose steady beams
Are shining still, though not a ray
Is seen, and help seems far away,
When loneliness and doubt beset
Our faith, and life becomes regret,
Then, dear friend, know that in this hour
Our God is near, and with His power
His mighty hand with loving sweep
Rolls back the memories that weep
Until the "still, small voice" that said
In olden time, "Be not afraid,"
Is heard again, and speaks to thee,
"Thou art my child, abide in Me."

Anon.

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