p. 62 | WHAT TIME I AM AFRAID by Toria A. Buck

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Tuesday, March 17, 1885

FromThe Review and Herald, Vol. 62, No. 11

“WHAT TIME I AM AFRAID.”

By Toria A. Buck

BY TORIA A. BUCK.

“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.” Ps. 56:3.

Once more the shadowy past its veil has riven; Again I see him stand. With right arm raised unto the glowing heaven, His gleaming sword in hand.

Again I hear his cry, “To Thee I'll sing, Thy glory I shall see; What time I am afraid [O happy king], My soul shall trust in Thee.”

Though sin, with death, its deadly warfare wages, And nations rise and fall, Thy grand old psalms come sounding down the ages Like a sweet bugle-call.

Like a sweet bugle-call their notes are ringing, By God's warm breath are blown; Thine has been called by far the sweetest singing The world has ever known.

God's strong right hand still rests upon the lever That guides this erring world; His sons still journey toward that grand forever, Where war's red flags are furled.

Six thousand years shall vanish like the morning, And high on Zion's hills, Thy sons shall stand, while peals the angel's warning, And heavenly music thrills.

There, safe from sin, from death and all pollution, Thy ransomed ones shall stand With brave King David and his splendid legion, In Canaan's promised land.

Randolph, N. Y.