Poems (Toke)/Saint Mark's day

by Emma Toke

SAINT MARK'S DAY.

ORD of all light and life,
 Our only refuge Thou,
These are the days of doubt and strife,
 Oh! hear and help us now!

Our childish years are passed;
 May we no more again
Like children veer with every blast
 Of doctrine strange and vain:

But rooted firm on Thee,
 And 'stablished in Thy word,
Make us in heart and spirit be,
 A people of the Lord.

And may that shining light,
 Left by Thy saints of old,
Still guide Thy flock through storm and night,
 In safety to Thy fold.