1 ‘Tis not in the glare of the sunlight,
‘Tis not in the noonday so fair,
The Comforter seems to be nearest
Diffusing His radiance rare.
More oft in the shadowy even,
Or deep in the stillness of night
His presence doth seem to enfold me
Illuming my soul with its light.
I would not have it all sunshine;
The shadow, too, hath a place,
For oft the gloom and the darkness
But cover God’s loving face.
2 ‘Tis not in the midst of life’s pleasures,
Nor yet when good fortune doth smile,
My Master’s voice come to me clearest
And bids me to tarry awhile.
More often in sad disappointment
When friends and advisers seem few,
The comforting balm of His presence
Baptizeth my spirit anew. [Refrain]
Early 20th Century
Harrington seems to have been living in Bowling Green, Ohio, in 1943. Her works include:
The Gift of Gifts, a Christmas cantata
Orders from the Great Commander, 1917
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