I looked from the window of life, and behold
A record of deeds many centuries old;
Such pleasures as once would have given delight
No longer the heart of the nation’s invite.
I look from the window of life where I stand.
The prospect unfolding before me is grand;
Determined to follow where loyalty leads
Must meet the reward that all others exceeds.
I look from the window of life and I find
The years have been wasted because I was blind,
For surely no clear sighted soul could reject
Those paths which the glories of heaven reflect.
I look from the window of life and I see
The sweep of the future, how broad it may be;
The hills and the valleys alike will be fair,
If only the leader who loves me is there.
I look from the window of life and I know
Sweet joy will be with me where ever I go;
How pleasant to follow where Jesus will guide,
Content if I may in His shadow abide.
THOU ART MINE.
“Thou art mine!” Blessed word from the Father above,
It speaks to my heart of His infinite love;
When I faint ’neath my load, the message divine,
Brings peace to my soul:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.”
“Thou art mine!” Though the tempest is raging around,
In Him, and Him only, a refuge is found,
No force can subdue Him, no fetters confine,
And has He not said:—“Thou art mine! Thou art mine.”