  Where are the angel-fingers That traced the road I trod, And pointed out so clearly The heavenly way to God? Where are the noble faces, The eyes, quick flashing light, That warned me there was danger Before it came in sight? Where are the cheerful voices I knew in days of youth? Through every tone came ringing A thrill of earnest truth. Why did they tire and vanish, And leave me here alone, To stumble on a pathway Beset with jagged stone? I hear no sound to bless me, I see no hand to guide My feet o’er thorny places, Or point where ways divide, Though every sign-post tells me, That I have gone astray, And arms for ever beckon, Yet, further lengths away. My heart grows hot and weary, My soul is filled with care, And thoughts around me thronging, Have quenched all wish for prayer. I wail in keenest anguish, Must I sink beneath the sod, On earth, not find my Father, In death, not reach my God? The clouds above me open, And a glorious ray of light Comes streaming out of darkness, A voice speaks thro’ the night, “You have a faithful promise, Escape for you is near, When grows the tempter’s presence Too great for you to bear. “Arise and journey onward: A two-edged, flaming sword Directs you to your Saviour, Through His Almighty Word.” |
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