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The Fruit of His Love

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 18, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 11.

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The Fruit of His Love

By Worthie Harris Holden

Worthie Harris Holden
When Love brooded o’er my spirit, Tempest-tossed, by anguish torn, Hope sprang forth at His commandment, Quenching darkness with the morn.
Christ, in love, in His compassion Drew me by His love divine, Till my stubborn will, reposing On His breast, said, “Thou art mine!”
Here I rest, though life hath conflicts,— Rest enfolded in His love, Daily gaining strength and solace From the unfailing fount above.
‘O the joy in Christ, my Saviour! Ne’er I knew what loss was mine When I spurned Him, till, by yielding, I reposed on Love Divine.
More and more, His love revealeth Self and sin in blackest hue, But enshrouded with Christ’s glory, Life is good, since God is true.
Would that all might know my Saviour, Know His love, and share His joy,— Know the fulness of His mercy, Rest, and peace without alloy.
Portland, Ore.