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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 11, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 8.

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“They Shall Be Mine”

By MRS. MARY WILLIAMS

MRS. MARY WILLIAMS
THOU Son of God, who once below Drained the full cup of human woe! Sharing with thee the mortal strife, Rising to new and endless life, Deep in the Spirit’s shrine we trace Thy sacred promises of grace.
“They shall be mine.” O thou whose sight Can pierce the deepest shades of night, Each thought and wrong intention scan That lurks within the mind of man,— Whate’er we do, or think, or be, Dear Lord, the record lies with thee.
Who then of thy rebellious race Shall win this heritage of grace, Endure the scrutinizing test, In thy pavilion safely rest? Each ardent longing of the mind, In thee will full fruition find.
The heart that beats for self alone, To heavenly attributes unknown, Where no responsive feelings glow For earthly need or human woe,— That heart, untouched by love divine, Ne’er moves in harmony with thine.
Imperious minds, unyielding, proud, Oft with superior gifts endowed, Seeking emoluments of earth, Blind to the soul’s eternal worth,— How false the treacherous dream, though fair, That terminates in dark despair!
Souls who in holy union meet, Thy sacred counsels oft repeat, And oft in glad accordance raise The voice of prayer, the song of praise, Joyfully earth’s glittering charms forgo, Thy cross to bear, thy love to know.
Though on the grand archives of time No brilliant eulogies sublime Their glorious triumphs may review Or note their deeds of valor true, Who, battling with the powers of sin, Immortal sheaves of victory win; Enrolled in life’s fair book above, The wondrous volume of thy love, In blest remembrance written there, As radiant jewels, pure and fair, Their names in fadeless letters shine, Engraven by the hand divine.
​Troy, N. Y.