January 8
Companions of the Way (Evening)I will redeem thee out of the hand of the terrible.
SURROUNDED by unnumbered foes, Against my soul the battle goes!
Yet though I weary, sore distressed,
I know that I shall reach my rest;
I lift my tearful eyes above,—
His banner over me is love.
My cloud of battle-dust may dim,
His veil of splendour curtain Him!
And in the midnight of my fear
I may not feel Him standing near;
But, as I lift mine eyes above,
His banner over me is love.
GERALD
MASSEY
B
DAWNS
