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His Matchless Love

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 6, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 17.

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His Matchless Love

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
He lived for me; and from that holy life, Being with grace and peace amid earth’s strife, There breathes a yearning to be ever true, Alluring me to do as Christ would do Though vanities are rife.
He died for me; and from that broken heart Arose a throb that bids life-pulses start; The cross, once shunned, henceforth is a delight; And self, condemned, is banished into night When power he doth impart.
He rose for me; and from that riven tomb A mighty power dispels sin’s pall and gloom; It wakens zeal and quickens dormant will, That Christ in me may all his work fulfil For an eternal bloom.
He pleads for me; and shall he plead in vain? O, can I e’er his holiness defame? Bowed low before his cross, I humbly pray That, crucified, I prove his power today And magnify his name.
Portland, Oregon.