I Make All Things New by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 26, 1910

“I Make All Things New”

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

“Not be remembered, nor come into mind.”

Nor e’en remembered,—the toil and the cross; Exiled the heartaches, the pain, and the loss; Sorrow and sighing are banished for aye,— Lost in the radiant, effulgent day.

Naught can molest thee nor cause thee to fear, Never will sadness evoke e’en a tear; Dwelling forever in glorious light, How couldst thou think of the gloom and the night?

Visions of glory as earnest are given, Granting a glimpse of the beauties of heaven; Through the bright portal the Saviour I see Fitting a place and a mansion for thee; Forth from the throne flows the river of life,— Why dost thou brood o’er earth-trials or strife?

Only as pilgrims we dwell here below, Shod with our sandals, impatient to go, Leaving behind but the tinsel and tin, Bound for the burning, and tarnished by sin: Girded we wait, with our staff in our hand,— Wait for the call to Immanuel’s land.

Portland, Ore.