Brother, Sister, Dread No Ill

Brother, Sister, Dread no 111 'Fret not thyself because of evil doers." — Psalm 37. Wherefore art thou fearful, brother? Sister, why this dread of ill? God, who succored ancient Israel, Lives and loves his children still. Cling to him with trust unshaken; Every blessing waits for you; All his words are full of promise, All his promises are true ! If unaided we were striving Still to keep the narrow way, With no Friend Alwise to guide us, Dark indeed would be this day; But, as mother-love doth nestle To her heart the infant form, God's own sheltering arms shall fold us 'Mid each fiercely raging storm. Be not troubled, brother, sister, Sink not 'neath your weight of cares; Earth and all things are our Father's, Are not we his legal heirs? Yes, if we are meek and humble, Honest, virtuous and true, Penitent for all our follies, Merciful to others, too. Saints of God, can we be doubtful Who have seen his matchless power Shown in might to guard his people Through the darkest day and hour? Unto each he grants some portion Of sustaining grace and skill, Let us use those gifts in wisdom, Praise his name and trust him still. Fret not, but with patience wait you On the Lord, our souls' delight; Purified, and cleansed from evil, When his people will unite ' In the strength of faith and virtue, Then shall strife and evil cease, And the just and willing triumph In abundance, love and peace. L. hula Greene Richards