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Jewels for My Crown

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1905

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 82, No. 28.

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Jewels for My Crown

By Eliza H. Morton

ELIZA H. MORTON
WHEN searching for God's jewels bright, Mid rubbish of the years, I often toil on bended knee, And wet the soil with tears: The gems are there though "in the rough," And some day they will shine, Perfected by a hand of love— The hand I feel on mine.
And so I'll work, and never think Of recompense or gain; 'Tis sweet to feel the impulse come, Though it is fraught with pain: 'Tis sweet to know the angels watch And have a care for me. The beauty of their shining wings At times I almost see.
The veil is thin that hides the face Of Jesus by my side; He gives me strength to labor on From morn till eventide. And by and by he'll take the gems He's polished with such care, And place them in a diadem— A crown for me to wear.
North Deering, Maine.