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THE POOR MAN'S HYMN

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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 19, 1881

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 7, No. 19.

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"THE POOR MAN'S HYMN."

As MUCH have I of worldly goods, As er'e my Master had. I diet on as dainty food, And am as richly clad, Though plain my garb, though scant my board, As Mary's Son and Nature's Lord.
As much of this world's goods I share, It's favor and applause, As He whose blessed name I bear, Hated without a cause. Despised, rejected, mocked by pride, Betrayed, forsaken, crucified.
The manger was his infant bed, His home the mountain cave. He had not where to lay his head, He borrowed e'en His grave. Earth yielded him no resting spot, Her Maker, but she knew him not.
Why should I court my Master's foe? Why should I fear his frown? Why should I seek for rest below, Or sigh for brief renown? A pilgrim to a better land, An heir of joy at God's right hand.