His Presence by Rev. B. F. Kidder, Ph. D.

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 21, 1906

His Presence

By Rev. B. F. Kidder, Ph. D.

THE Master walked with me. I knew his presence, though I could not see His face, as when he walked in Galilee. The inner eye beheld him; and the sight Filled all the earth and sky and mind with light.

There is no path so drear, In trackless sea, or desert, far or near, But soul with soul of him we hold so dear May have companionship, and inly feel The grasp of hand unseen, the pledge of weal.

The Master spake to me. I knew his voice. No personality Of human friend, by word or act, could be More surely known, as to the mind he gave Assurance of his love and power to save.

“Yet not for self alone,” He gently whispered, “are these mercies shown; But for the desolate who have not known The love I bear them, and who would not see Or know me near, were I not seen in thee.”

That he may live in me, Henceforth, his life of blessed ministry Is all my prayer for self; that men may see The Christ of God once more in haunts of pain, And know that God is love, and trust again.

— Rev. B. F. Kidder, Ph. D.