Poem September 15, 1934 Issue

Fret Not Thyself

RUTH D. SMITH

Fret not thyself—
Fear not a coming night;
Thy home must ever be
In endless light.

Be not dismayed—
If error seeks a prey,
Thou shalt be safely led
Another way.

Fear not earth's storms—
Thou shalt be borne above;
Canst thou not feel those strong,
Sure arms of Love?

Rest in thy Father's care;
Trust Him to guide—
He knows His children's needs,
He will provide.

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