Hope, Faith, and Love by WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Dec 5, 1907

Hope, Faith, and Love

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

HOPE spans the chasm of Grief, where 'mid the gloom Of earthly losses runs the stream Despair; High heaven in love hath built this bridge aloft For weary feet that tread the Path of Prayer.

Ah, what would life possess were faith unborn? And what could solace had not Hope built nigh? Each heart were pierced by sorrow were there yet No calm, glad morning in God's by-and-by.

And even now is life baptized anew With impulses to conquer and succeed, Blessed by the vision bright that Faith portrays, Calmed by the peace Love granteth for its need.

Hope, faith, and love,— the triune thought of God For man's most noble, most exalted life; Our ardent longings and ambitions pale By his ideal for us 'mid earthly strife.

Why longer trifle with the gilded worth The world flings out to dazzle and allure? God beckons thee to heights yet unexplored, Vast and eternal and forever sure.

Portland, Ore.