THE GIFT HE SEEKS by C. M. Snow

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 19, 1907

THE GIFT HE SEEKS

By C. M. Snow

C. M. Snow

What can we, Lord, to Thee accepted bring— Thou who hast all, and over all art King ? What gift or service can we render now While we so needy at Thine altar bow ? Thou who didst purchase all, for all didst die, Can we bring aught Thy need to satisfy ? So far the wandering and so dark the sin, Canst Thou, O thorn-crowned Saviour, bid us enter in ?

We chose the path that led from Thee away, We wandered into darkness from Thy day; Where pleasure led, we sped with flying feet, And in her palaces found tarrying sweet; Yea, all that pandered to our joy, our pride, We garnered there, nor aught ourselves denied; And canst Thou still Thine invitation give, Our record cleanse, and bid us come to Thee and live ?

“My child,” He saith, “how canst thou doubting stand?” The pardon ’s written in that pierced hand. The blood that flowed on Calvary’s cross of wood Between man’s sins and judgment long has stood; And Heaven waits that gift to sanctify Which made Christ willing for thy sins to die. O child of earth, He craves this heart of thine, And for it gives thee life, and joy, and love divine.

Takoma Park, D. C.