When I pass through the waters, He sweetly
said, They shall not overflow, for Thou art
with me, and I am not afraid.
O Sion, tell the unto God who giveth
us the victory, To our Lord Jesus the
Christ.
I speak these words before I leave the
city for a few days, To spend the
summer with my beloved wife and son, At
the little home across the lake, Where our
darling daughter dwells so well to see, And
there alone we have enough to howl, The
quietude of home life for a few short
days.
O, it was terrible to think that a
life so pure and majestically beautiful, Loving God
so purely and His work so devotedly, And
looking forward to His service in the redemption
of humanity, With such intense joy, should so
suddenly be taken away Through one act of
disobedience and one alone.
For as I search my memory, I cannot
find another thing in which He disobeyed, But
her beautiful body was destroyed by the enemy,
God mercifully not permitting that enemy to mar
her sweet face, Leaving us that joy in
the sweet long passing hours.