|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
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)