The Answer

BLANCHE C. FREDERIKSEN

At morn I pray,
Whate'er to-day may ask of me,
My love of Truth so pure may be
That it may ever point the way
To prove His love divine, His tender care,
For all His children everywhere.

At eve I see
That as God's will I do obey,
It leads me into paths untrod,
Where He alone can be my stay.
I feel His love, His tender care,
And know that He is everywhere.