R2688-260 Poem: Gather All Thy Children Home

::R2688 : page 260::


Heavenly Father, Holy One!
May thy will in me be done;
Make my heart submissive, meek,
Let me ne’er mine own way seek!
Loving Savior, I would be
Ever more and more like thee,
Free from pride and self-desire,
Fervent with a holy fire.

Blessed Lord, thy saints defend,
Watching o’er them to the end;
Day by day their faith increase,
Keep them in thy perfect peace.
Comfort, strengthen, guide and bless,
Lead them through the wilderness;
And when thy due time shall come,
Gather all thy children home! —G.W.S.


— September 1, 1900 —