Poem September 18, 1937 Issue

Sons of God

ROBERT ELLIS KEY

Unfailing good,
To whom in constant prayer
Desires turn,
May the firm faith
That we have cherished, burn
With brighter glow,
And resurrect our hope,
Until we know
The joy and liberty
Of life in Thee,
Our All-in-all.
And may we realize
No pain, no sorrow,
No uncertainty
Is in this place—
We dwell in God.
How glorious is our case,
For now, belovèd,
We are sons of God.