Set Free by William Brickey

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 11, 1916

Set Free

By William Brickey

WILLIAM BRICKEY

I could hear the voice of duty Speaking plainly to my soul, But I did not see its beauty, Neither had I self-control; For the tempter kept me blinded So I could not clearly see, For my soul was carnal-minded Till my Saviour set me free.

Then I heard my duty calling, For my eyes were opened wide, And my sins looked so appalling, Since the Lord was crucified. Him I saw within the garden, And I saw him on the tree; I besought the Lord for pardon, And the Saviour set me free.

O the joy and peace of living In an atmosphere of heaven, And to know that I am giving What to me the Lord has given! Now to me is given the token That he died indeed for me, For my shackles all were broken When my Saviour set me free.

Now my life is full of laughter, And my mouth is full of song, While the glory comes hereafter, When I praise him loud and long; Standing close beside life's river, In the world that is to be, Then I'll praise the true Life-giver, Who in mercy set me free.

Kamiah, Idaho.