The Sky Piolol Sunday School at Mojava Every Boy and Girl in the Town Excepting three
Th e Oil Field Evangelist JOHN LOWE- W. M. SLOAN THE LIGHT THAT NEVER FAILS. Word of God, how glorious! VJ7Thy light, from age to age, Still guides our bark victorious O'er all the storms that rage. To hide Thee from our eyes, The father of all lies His baleful magic plies, With diligence laborious. A thousand lanterns spurious Allure us with their glow, And storms of hate injurious Our beacon would o'erthrow;
But all his rage we mock, For on the eternal rock It laughs at every- shock, However fierce and furious. ivr °W, robed in light to flatter us, He fain would guide our helm; Anon his billows batter us, Our hope to overwhelm. But steadfast on we sail, While thy clear beam we hail, He never can prevail Upon the baach to shatter us. a. H. s
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