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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 15, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 7.

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A Word to the Worldly

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE
You are reaching after riches While the years are rolling by; You are yielding to ambition As the seasons swiftly fly; You have lost the love for Jesus That you cherished long ago; Joy and hope have left your bosom, And the peace you used to know. In your madness you are striving As some vessel tempest-tossed; Have you lost your hope of heaven? O my brother, are you lost?
You are reaching after riches; In the dark days and the fair; In the noontide and the gloaming, You are reaching for them there. In your haste you have forgotten Loves and friends that once were dear, Or you only pass them coldly, Not with old-time words of cheer; For the heart that once was fervent Now congeals with winter’s frost; Have you lost your hope of heaven? O my brother, are you lost?
You are reaching after riches; You have lost the bloom of youth; You have ceased to find contentment In the beauty of the truth; In the path of your ambition Disappointments oft are spread; You have left old friends behind you In your haste to “get ahead.” On before are wrathful billows, Your path with storms will oft be crossed; Have you lost your hope of heaven? O my brother, are you lost?
Moline, Ill.