Poem January 23, 1915 Issue

O blessed means of ease, whereby to bring...

Arthur F. Fuller

O blessed means of ease, whereby to bring
Our burdens, hopes, ambitions to His feet
In meekness, trusting in His mercy sweet,—
The worthiness of our eternal King!
Thus to the winds may we our worries fling,
For faith is honored at the mercy-seat;
According to His will must we entreat,
For then the song of victory we may sing.
Sweet privilege of every child of God,—
To know God is, and really does reward
The earnest who intelligently plod
And hold communion with the risen Lord,
Although proud carnal interests beck and nod,—
These find His blessing on their spirits poured.

Arthur F. Fuller.

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