| SWEET instrument of faith, through which we lift
The soul's desires to Him who reigns supreme, To Him whose watchful eyes forever beam Upon His loved and own, 'mid clouds arift. In prayer faith sees His smiling face, as drift These clouds of night away, when brighter gleam The glories of His features, like a dream___ While heart is satisfied with its best gift. Without it what a night of grief and tears, Where only is a dearth of sin and shame, When hope and life should fail from troubled cares, When man might well despise his very name; Without it naught could cahn these troubled fears, And darkness veil in night one's highest aim. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
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