ONWARD PRESS.

When the wave of life is rushing
O’er thy heart in wildness gushing,
Kneel, and every murmur hushing,
Onward press.

Upward, heavenward, mid the battling
Of the billows widely meeting,
Woes of earth, though dark, are fleeting,
Onward press.

When the heart is sad and weary,
And when life seems lone and dreary,
Weep not – one is ever near thee,
Onward press.

He is ever near to guide thee,
He will ever be beside thee,
In his bosom he will hide thee
Onward press.

When the soul from earth is fleeting,
And thy heart is feebly beating,
Angels soon thou wilt be greeting –
Onward press.

Rest on Him whose bosom bore thee,
When the wave of life rushed o’er thee,
He hath trod the path before thee.
Onward press.

Cornelia M Dowling