My Keeper by Alice M. Avery Harper

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 12, 1908

My Keeper

By Alice M. Avery Harper

ALICE M. AVERY HARPER

My help shall come from yonder hills Where beams my Father's gracious face; For he it is my being thrills With gleams of joy and wondrous grace. He will not suffer me to fall; He watches o'er me while I sleep, He hears my oft-repeated call, And leadeth all his fainting sheep.

Though anguish be my portion here, And care unnerve the weary heart, I will look up beyond the hills, And from his truth will ne'er depart. Though heaven and earth may be removed, And every island flee away, Jehovah God shall be my help Through darkest night or cheerless day.

Beyond the hills, those sacred hills, Where brightly gleam those gates of pearl, The glories of that peaceful land, With all its treasures, shall unfurl. In those green pastures, broad and fair, Where weary pilgrims shall be blest, Where fragrant breezes fill the air, With his redeemed I'll be at rest.

For me his heart was rudely pierced; With grief and shame his head was bowed; On lonely Calvary's awful crest He died, amid the mocking crowd. That tender face, that saddened brow, That dreadful cruelty I see, When Christ was smitten for my sins, And crucified on Calvary.

And yet my dear Redeemer lives, My precious Saviour, King, and Friend; My contrite heart to him I give, His trusting child he will defend. Beyond the everlasting hills, Beyond the shadow and the pain, This vision sweet my spirit thrills. He lives! the Lamb for sinners slain!

Laingsburg, Mich.