Victory Through Sorrow by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 20, 1908

Victory Through Sorrow

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

We haste with eager steps to join the triumph Of Him who comes in glory from on high; We laud Him with our glad and loud hosannas, And swell the host that cry, “The King is nigh!”

But scarce perceive we ere our Lord, triumphant, Ascended to be glorified in heaven, His mortal life maligned, assaulted, stricken, In ignominy died, by anguish riven.

The cross precedes the crown, and death must sever Our love of self and earthly prize or gain; The soul that triumphs with our blest Redeemer Must share His grief, His wrestling, and His pain.

Methinks that to each soul some special sorrow, Some strife, must come ere we may enter in, To know the wrestling of our Lord and Saviour, And claim the victory that through Him we win.

Ah, do we pray to be more like our Master? Then surely must we meet Gethsemane. O may our souls in strife be well sustained, And know the triumph blest through Calvary.

Portland, Ore.