And the Lord of boundless pow’r.
Do thy blooming prospects languish?
Sayest thou still, “I’m not his child?”
View thy Savior’s dreadful anguish,
Famished in the gloomy wild.
Not a step in all thy journey,
Thro’ this gloomy vale of tears,
But thy Lord hath trod before thee;
He thy way to glory clears.
The Olive Leaf compiler informs us that this song which was a favorite with the late Rev. Wesley P. Arnold, of Georgia, was “learned of some dear Baptist friends in Iridell Co., N. C., in 1839, and called ‘Roby’, their name.”