1 To his blessed cross I’m clinging,
Weary, worn and tempest driv’n;
Yet along my way I’m singing,
For I’m trav’ling on to heav’n.
And the Savior, in his mercy,
Guides me to his blissful home;
To his blessed cross I’m clinging,
And I praise him as I roam.
2 To his blessed cross I’m clinging,
Thro’ the sunshine or the gale;
To my heart new joy he’s bringing,
For his love doth never fail.
Down the vale of life I wander,
And I near Death’s mystic stream;
But his love shall be my portion
Till is done life’s changeful dream.
3 To his blessed cross I’m clinging,
Nothing else can satisfy;
But his hand my own is holding,
Guiding me to realms on high.
And when night shall overtake me,
To his cross I still will cling;
As I pass from earth and sorrow,
Yet with trustful joy I’ll sing.
Source: Pearls of Praise #144
Born: February 5, 1854, New Marlborough, Connecticut.
Died: October 13, 1916, Manhattan, Kansas.
Daughter of Mr. and Edward A. Pixley, but orphaned as an infant, Laura was adopted by her aunt, then Mrs. Hiram Mabie, who at the time lived in New York. In 1858, the Mabie family moved to a farm south of where Wamego, Kansas, now stands. Two years after the move, Mr. Mabie died, and his wife resumed teaching.
In 1860, Mrs. Mabie accepted a position in Topeka, Kansas, where she taught many years. Under her tutelage, Laura received her education. As early as age 12, Laura was writing rhymes, and two years later her poems began to appear in local newspapers. She had no thought of a literary career; she simply wrote… Go to person page >
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