Oft doth my heart feel lone and sad,
And life seems dreary, dull and grey:
Then comes the blessed Comforter
To drive the gloomy clouds away.

He turns my thoughts back to the time
When, heavy-laden with my sin,
My heart sore longed for peace and rest,
But all was dark-without, within.

'Twas then salvation's blessed word
Into my sad heart was received:
Then, oh, what peace, what joy, what rest
Were mine, that hour when I believed!

And then the Comforter reminds
How "hitherto" I have been brought-
Through storm and calm, through dark and light,
Till I exclaim, "What hath God wrought!"

And there's the future-oh, glad thought
As heavenwards He turns my gaze;
That glorious home, the Father's House,
Where I shall dwell to length of days!

There, with the saved from every clime,
I'll gaze upon my Saviour's face-
Heaven's center He, its glorious light-
And praise Him, praise Him for His grace!

And as I muse upon the past,
The present, and that future day,
The skies again are blue and glad,
The gloomy clouds have rolled away!

D. L. E.