p. 3 | What Is Man? by C. P. BOLLMAN

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

What Is Man?

By C. P. BOLLMAN

C. P. BOLLMAN

“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?” Ps. 8: 3, 4.

“Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.” Ps. 103: 13, 14.

BORN in a universe of boundless space, Of countless mighty suns and myriad orbs, Of time not measured by mere days and years, Distance where only light can keep the pace And give us metes and bounds so we can speak Of circling, fast-revolving, radiant spheres,— O, what is man?

And yet, O God, thou dost look down And takest note of our frail, dying forms; Thou e’en rememb’rest that we are but dust; And when we meekly call, thou dost not frown, But suc’rest fondly those who come to thee, And savest all who in thee fully trust,— All this for man!