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Joys of a Consecrated Life

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 21, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 52.

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Joys of a Consecrated Life

By Adolphus Smith

ADOLPHUS SMITH
WHEN I awake in the silent night, my meditation shall be of thee, O Lord.
When I remember the incidents of the day gone by, many seemingly trivial, I can see in them the guiding hand of my loving Father.
When I walk in darkness and hear the howlings of the beasts of prey around me, I can feel thy hand clasping mine, and hear thy low, assuring voice, and know that I am safe, and need not fear.
When life seems joyous, and I walk amid the fragrance of the floral mementos of Paradise, my feet might go astray; but thou art with me, and I hear thy gentle, chiding voice still calling me.
When I am almost breaking under my burden of affliction, thy hand with tender pity doth lift the heavy weariness from my troubled soul.
Every pulsation of my heart in joy or sorrow, and every step I take with my hand in thine, is bearing me onward to thy home—my home: In my dreams I walk and talk with thee; and my first thought on awakening in the morning is of thee, O my Saviour! Give me a willing heart to live and do for thee another day, in service for the lost and perishing.So shall all my life be filled with activities in thy service, O my God!
O, the peace of Jesus’ service Fills my heart with joy and praise! And I long for all its fullness In the realm of endless days.
Every grief my heart oppressing, All the joys my life can know— Gently leading with thy blessing, On toward heaven I will go.
Soon thy glory, O my Saviour, In the opening heavens I’ll see. Thence, approved in my behavior, I’ll forever be with thee.
Grand Rapids, Mich.