Poem October 10, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Our Hand in His

HELEN NEWHALL WINCHESTER

The breath of hope envelops us,
When we have done our best
To right a wrong,
To love a friend—
Sweet hope within the breast!

The sense of peace comes over us
Where once was doubt and fear;
All phantoms pass,
And Truth dawns bright—
Our God is ever near!

So sure are we that God is nigh,
That we are ever His—
So sure are we,
We trust in Him,
And place our hand in His.

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