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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · January 15, 1880

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 55, No. 3

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PRAYER

By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.
In youth’s fair morn the soul is light, The world seems clothed in garments bright; But even then, though free from care, There’s need of loving, thankful prayer. Bowing low, oh, comfort sweet! Resting at the Saviour’s feet!
Amid the bustling scenes of life, Amid its noisy, restless strife, A holy calm, a golden hour, Awaits us with an unseen power. Bowing low, oh, comfort sweet! Resting at the Saviour’s feet!
When mortal flesh shrinks back with fear As clouds of blackest hue appear, A light gleams down the shining stair Of earnest, heartfelt, pleading prayer. Bowing low, oh, comfort sweet! Resting at the Saviour’s feet!
When earthly treasures fade away, And shadows mark the close of day, Though bent the form and white the hair, There’s refuge still in humble prayer. Bowing low, oh, comfort sweet! Resting at the Saviour’s feet!
When hand of death the heart-strings chill, And darkly flows “Siloam’s rill,” All this, aye more, the soul can bear, If upward borne on wings of prayer. Bowing low, oh, comfort sweet! Resting at the Saviour’s feet!
Battle Creek, Mich.