At Last

M. BETTIE BELL.

At last, I saw the light.
It came from one who knew the way;
Who said that darkness could not stay.
And taught me what she knew was right.

At last, my hope grew strong,
I strove to lay my burden down
And seek in Truth to find the crown;
I'd waited on the Lord so long.

At last, my trust rose high,
The Word of Life came clear to me,
It said, You must and shall be free,
And God shall be forever nigh.

At last, the rod was given,
To lay the error in the dust.
Obey and pray; she said we must
From all the past of sin be riven.

At last, the light did shine,
Truth healed me of a broken heart.
It said, From grief you now must part,
The saving love of Truth is thine.

At last, the love is great,
I know that my Redeemer lives,
And with His loving kindness gives
A message which is not too late.

At last, the Christ so sweet!
To her who taught me how to pray,
In humble gratitude I lay
The healing laurels at her feet.

Truth ever lures us on, with beckoning finger
She seeks to draw us from the dim and murky realm
Of ignorance and doubt, in which we long have wandered,
And points to new and undiscovered lands,
Where freedom is and knowledge dwelis.

Anon.

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