Intermountain Catholic | 1907-08-24 | Page 5 | In the Sanctuary

IN THE SANCTUARY. He is waiting, ever waiting, Through the brightness of the day, Through the sound of many footsteps, And . the clamor of the way. From the first glad hours of morning To the solemn hush of noon, Through the bleakness of December, And the sultriness of June. He is waiting ,ever waiting, Through the stillness of the night, When the moon rides high in heaven, And the silent stars are bright; Where the pale lamp burns forever, Like a guide to weary feet. And the very silence murmurs: "Wanderer, pause, the rest is sweet." He is waiting, ever waiting, Through the days and months and years, x He has peace for bruised spirits; He has balm for bitter tears. On the cross, through death and anguish, Once He made us all His own, 0,' ye thoughtless sons of Adam, Shall He wait and watch alone?