The Mount of Blessing

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 7, 1912

The Mount of Blessing

When I am alone with my Saviour, In the hush of the dying day, On the mount I seem to join him, Where he has gone to pray; And I tell him my grief and heartache, And the burdens I have borne, Misjudged, neglected, slighted, Until I am all forlorn.

I seem to see his features, All scarred but kingly sweet; And I see his side all bleeding, And the nail prints in his feet; And his hands are raised in blessing, As I kneel and cry, “Forgive! I am dying with sin and sorrow, But thou canst bid me live!”

And there alone with my Saviour, In the awe of the dying day, With my hand on his seamless raiment, He answers as I pray, And he says, “There is strength forever, In the boundless stores above. The Father only awaits thy prayer, To crown thee with his love.

“And in his infinite mercy, He will help thee and forgive; He will spread his wings above thee; He will teach thee how to live:” And there on the Mount of Blessing, When the discords of daytime cease, I lay my sin and my sorrow, And my Saviour gives me peace.

— The Bible Advocate.