The Old And The New

by J. Belton | Category: General | Dec 1958

(Reflections on a journey through the Year)

I stood at the end of the road,

And viewed all the way I had trod

Uphill, and then down by the stream,

Where waters like crystal did gleam.

A hard climb it was-steep and long

It seemed as if only the strong

Would e'er reach the brow of the hill,

So distantly far away still.

But strength by the way was supplied

As oft to My Father I cried;

And oh! what relief 'twas to know

That, long though the road I must go,

One walked by my side all the way;

Just there for my help day by day!

He lifted me up when I fell,

And taught me, with Him all was well.

Though many a sorrow I caused

To Him as I wandered, nor paused

To wait for His guidance and care,

When gently He whispered, "Beware!

He lovingly drew me away

From dangers unseen in the way;

And brought me (oft trembling with fear)

Along to the end of the year.

And now, as I come to the gate

Which leads to the New Year, I wait,

For His guidance divine, with my hand

Placed firmly in His-thus I stand;

Not seeing the path I must go,

Unable to trace it, or know,

But, feeling His presence so near,

I'll march by His side without fear.

And if 'tis His will I should tread

The highway that stretches ahead,

Tluough vale of the sliadow of death,

Or by pleasant meadow or heath

Grant, Lord, I may walk all the way

In fellowship sweet, ev'ry day

With HIM who has promised to be

A Friend and a Helper to me.

J. Belton | Dec 1958
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