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His Infinitude

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 30, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 48.

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His Infinitude

By Worthie Harris Holden

Worthie Harris Holden
With eloquence must I approach my God, Or offer praise in words embossed with gold? Then must I dwell within the outer court And never to His ear my prayer unfold.
Ah, ’tis a solace sweet for such as I To hear the publican’s brief, humble plea, Or list to sinking Peter’s fervent call When seeking for Christ’s hand all tremblingly.
Sometimes with awe I wonder at God’s might,— Infinity is far beyond my ken, Save that His love interprets every mood,— The need that ushers to His presence then.
I am so glad God knows my very thought, That e’en afar He meets the longing soul, And with His word, His touch, or garment’s hem, The Saviour’s power restores the sinner whole.
Soon in effulgent day when face to face I stand redeemed in glory all His own, May I with rapture magnify His grace In language meet, before my Father’s throne.