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The Hundred-Fold

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 15, 1866

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 27, No. 24.

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The Hundred-Fold.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

How gain God's blessed poor, With persecution, loss, The fiery trials kept in store, To help them bear the cross, The furnace for refining The dim, unburnished gold, To make it pure and shining, Their promised hundred-fold?
When foes have slandered him, And made the world believe, Their lies, he prays for them, And all their wrath defies; He sings as sweet as ever, And walks erect and bold; Enjoys a peaceful slumber, And gets a hundred-fold.
In storms he lies so low, He scarcely feels their breath; The waves like mountains flow, He fears no danger, death, 'Tis true they may engulf him, So darkling and so cold; But a strong Arm is round him, He gets a hundred-fold.
He sees in blessed vision, While others shriek with fear, That dangers have their mission, And death is always near. He's in the plan of mercy, In Heaven is stored his gold, In Christ is always happy, And gets his hundred-fold.
Vesta N. Cudworth.