A Prayer. A Poem
Improvement Era, vol. 6, no. 11, September 1903, p. 815
Chauncy Loveland
A PRAYER 815
A hack was sent for, and the young woman was taken to her home, while we returned to our homes sadder but wiser men. A few months later, the dear young woman fell asleep in Jesus, and never in all my experience have I seen such an exhibition of Christian faith was manifested by this poor invalid. "Why as was she not healed?" you ask. One of the reasons was that we had gone contrary to the counsels of the Master, who in a reve- lation given to the Prophet Joseph commanded the elders "not to boast of these thing before the world." Yet this is what we had done. How could we expect the blessing? Let us confine our- selves to the first principles of the gospel; let the elders go out as did the Apostle Paul, professing to know nothing but Jesus Christ and him crucified. He, Christ, is our great examplar, and if we follow in hig steps, we will never go astray.
A PRAYER.
Oh! my Father, strengthen me! Give me thy hand; Let me no longer be Groping for land. Teach me to see the right; Help me in every fight 'Gainst the eternal blight Satan has planned.
My life has been a dream, Darker than bright. Father! oh, let the gleam Of living light Into my chamber creep, And there forever keep Watch o'er my weary sleep Through the dark night.