A Hymn

A Hymn.

Alr-“Just As I Am Without One Plea,

Oh! Fatherhood of God on high,
When lowering clouds o’ercome me nigh;
And prospects dear are ‘neath my eye;
Then would I to Thy bosom fly.

When Justice fails, and none decry.
And gulit’s unfelt, but words imply;
Where cares and ills do multiply;
Then would I to Thy bosom fly.

When faith shines dim in prophet’s sky:
When soulful queries seek reply:
And prone are creeds to mystifyı
Then would I to Thy bosom fly.

When budding wishes droop and die;
And hopes are born to crucify;
And life seems but to rectify;
Then would I to Thy bosom fly,

When heart feels Thy child I am;
To meet in some sweet by- and- by
Dear ones who ‘neath the cold earth lie:
Then would I to Thy bosom fly.
-La Torrie Love,