Words of cheer and words of love;
Thus the risen Saviour whispers,
From his dwelling-place above.
With us when we toil in sadness,
Sowing much, and reaping none;
Telling us that in the future
Golden harvests shall be won.
With us when the storm is sweeping
O’er our pathway dark and drear;
Waking hope within our bosoms,
Stilling every anxious fear.
With us in the lonely valley,
When we cross the chilling stream;
Lighting up the steps to glory
With salvation’s radiant beam.
Edwin H. Nevin

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:
Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And make me live to Thee.
Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My path of life attend:
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end. Amen
Anne Steele
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