Shall not pursue me as some coward foe,
But challenge me—that I may face my fate.
(Text.)—Harper’s Magazine.
(598)
I have walked on the Mount of Gladness, I have wept in the Vale of Tears,
And my feet have stumbled ofttimes as I trod through the path of the years;
Yet my heart has ever lifted its song of thankful praise
To the God of all eternity, who has kept me in my ways,
Tho alone I tread the wine-press, or kneel in Gethsemane,