Father, we wish to do thy will;
Help us to love and serve Thee still,
Oh! may we not be overcome
By storms of life, or evil one.

But may our minds and hearts absorb
The truth contained in Thy blest words,
The things we see, Thy wisdom show,
Thy love and care for us below.

Sometimes the way seems dark and drear;
Sometimes the light shines bright and clear;
But whether light or shadow fall,
Help us to trust Thee, Lord, for all.

For this we know: Thy love is great
And though man lost his first estate,
Thou didst for him a way prepare,
To save him from the tempter's snare.

The seasons in their cycles sweep—
A time to sow; a time to reap.
The earth, her bounteous stores doth give,
Her precious things, that we may live.

With food and raiment we are blest,
And though with pain or care distressed,
We come to Thee and comfort find,
Oft leaving pain and care behind.

Then may we not bemoan our fate,
But labor still, and watch, and wait.
The day can not be very long,
If we but meet it with a song.

And soon the Lord of hosts will come
To reign in peace, and claim his own;
And they who true and faithful are
Shall rise to meet him in the air.

—Saints' Herald, April 30, 1919.