Poem March 28, 1901 ISSUE

Abiding

BY BERTHA WOODS.

Abide with me! Fast breaks the morning Light,
Our day-star rises, banishing all night;
Thou art our strength, oh Truth that maketh free!
We would unfailingly abide in Thee.

I know no fear, with Thee at hand to bless,
Sin hath no power and life no wretchedness;
Health, hope, and love in all around I see
For those who trustingly abide in Thee.

I know thy Presence every passing hour,
I know thy Peace, for Thou alone art power;
O Love Divine—abiding constantly—
I need not plead, thou dost abide with me.

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