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WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 20, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 8.

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WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

By Worthie Harris Holden

From the Exile to the Throne

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

Down the ladder all resplendent With the radiance from above Come the feet of shining angels On their ministry of love,— Golden pass from earth to heaven Through One human and divine That allures me to look upward And makes heaven-mercy mine.
Earth gave but a stony pillow To the wanderer lone and sad, But my Father sends the vision, And my waking heart is glad. Though my sin has reaped its sorrow, I may here a Bethel raise To Jehovah, who preserved me, And will keep me all my days.
'Tis unbounded love that reaches From the exile to the throne; Naught else ever could have drawn me, Since I strove for self alone. Now my being thrills to praise him Who redeems a wretch like me, And I yearn for that glad morning When his beauty I shall see.